Countin money all I seem to hear is Benji talkinHater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkinThey said they have a penny on emNow I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on emLace up my boots, put on my strapAnd go lookin for that paper I'm like "where it's at?"They lookin at me, I'm starin back (I see you)Feelin like I'm supermanEvery time I wear this macMonday, it's probably 106 & parkTuesday, probably in the hood where it get darkWednesday, Probably catch me swimmin wit the sharksWit blood drippin from my shoes, these Lu's cooler than my heartLet me out my cell, right back on the missionFresh from off a bail, right back in the kitchenWho the fuck gon pay my lawyerI got? with this?And like eighty grams of crackHe said the feds probably come for yaCopper said I tried to kill em when I go to courtI hope they dont find me guilty, it's my word against they wordAnd I won't get a chance to speakI caught my case with nine of my niggas, and I'm the only one they beatI took it for the teamEven though I had a dream like Martin Luther KingWho thought that I'd be cover of these magazinesCause I be spittin fire flow, I'm keroseneFuck y'all niggas gon say about me?My North niggas they don't play about meSouth Philly niggas that'll spray about mePay q million dollar bail in a day bout meAin't gotta sound real, cause they'll tell you thatI'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar atSelf Made, Bitches!
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