Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready?[Verse 1]I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like thisSo I had to grind like that to shine like thisIn a matter of time I spent on some locked up shitIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wristsSee my dreams unfold, nightmares come trueIt was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed viewGot a shorty, she try'na bless me like I said, "Achoo"Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeezeI'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in betweenOf what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionheartedThey love me when I was stuck and hated when I departedI go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artistNo crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garageGot foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'emI did it without an albumI did shit with MariahLil' nigga I'm on fireIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-erWhen I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leasedThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peaceHater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lotPhantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spotYou ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lotI don't say a word, I don't say a wordWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck niggaHold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinachDouble M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenantIm the type to count a million cash then grind like Im brokeThat Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my GhostI'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toastCause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back homeCause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milkThese niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killedYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smokedCause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no jokeAll I know is murder, when it comes to meI got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b'sI done did the DOAs I done did the KODsEvery time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G'sNow I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on CollinsThey like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're RobinThis 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what upIf you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut upIf you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck upWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't goodCatch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on woodWith that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I couldBoy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clockAnd they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watchAnd I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shotsAnd these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that floppedI'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lockThe same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spotAnd these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on meStill on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on EThey gon' remember me, I say remember meSo much money have ya friends turn into enemiesAnd with these beef I turn my enemies to memoriesWith them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold upBroke nigga turn rich, love the game like MitchAnd if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wristHad me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brickI'm gone
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