Check this out.
This ain't nothing but some of that.
Some of that real, good, real good
G .I .A .M .E. Check it out.
As I leave the pen, I hit the street.
I fly playboy from head to feet.
I walk to my ride, slightly limpin'
A broad drives by and hollers,
what's up himnin'?
She recognized the play,
so I threw a little peace sign in the air
Made her feel like she got to know me,
but paper is all she really got to show me
It don't take much to join my squad,
if you own your home,
you can be my bride
Out the gate, let's get it straight,
I can't even talk to no section ever
I'm hoping you can feel me homie,
she might be fine
but can't do nothing for me
I'm a cat that's about to wail,
I'd rather be broke by myself
I just can't figure it out,
these cats act like they know me
Tryna get all up in my mix,
that's why I do dirt by my lonely
I just can't figure it out,
these cats act like they know me
Tryna get all up in my mix,
that's why I do dirt by my long legs
I hit the liquor store to cop a brew,
I does it kinda big so I cop a few
I live somethin' just to wet my cheek,
I drink a thousand ounces every week
But I can still bump a batch,
light brown brim with the kicks to match
I'm just tryna take it slow,
my bank account
I'm tryna make it grow
That's why I got to smash
And try to get the checks
that be hard to cash
No slacking, just keep it cranky
You hella broke, but I'm still stacking
I'm looking on a couple acres
I had to get further from
you frauds and fakers
I'm a cat that's about
to welcome
I'd rather have paper by myself
I just can't figure it out
These cats act like they know me
Tryna get all up in my mix,
that's why I do dirt by my long legs
I just can't figure it out,
these cats act like they know me
Tryna get all up in my mix,
that's why I do dirt by my long legs
I got one foot on the throttle,
two lips on the bottle
My right hand is up her skirt,
I'm known to go hard until it hurt
I keep it real, so I'll admit it
I ain't got no dope,
but I can quickly get it
So if it's worth it, I'll take the trip
I'm 42 a pimp, 350 a zip
You ain't know that's how I ball
If I depended on rap,
I'd be as broke as y 'all
So I'ma hustle as hard as I can
And pray no square heather takes the stain
But if he does, I guess I got to deal
I ever get out, I guess I got to kill
See I'm a cat that's about to well up,
I'd rather go to jail by myself
I just can't figure it out,
these cats act like they know me
Tryna get all up in my mix,
that's why I do dirt by my lonely
I just can't figure it out,
these cats act like they know me
Tryna get all up in my mix,
that's why I do dirt by my lonely
I hope you guys channel
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