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I just post a pic
She talkin bout Cashapp me
My brother doing a bid
Yea I keep his kids happy
I put that automatic all in traffic
Yea I sign for the package
Yea they seal it and they stamp it
In the hood like a manican challenge
I felt abandon
Like the only child
Yea them ghetto kids running wild
I can teach you
How to add finesse to your style
They shootin the city up
Choppa style
I got to keep that cash stacking
And I'm pistol packin
I'm on her ass like a magnet
Hid the cash in the mattress
I kept it real with a actress
But my name ain't will
O yes I'm a bad boy
But my name ain't martin
Drive that Chevy like a Aston Martin
Put a nigga in a box like a carton
I'm dressing fresher than Carlton
I got to answer these calls
They important
My sister want them Jordan's
My granny need help with the mortgage
Did it by myself
Like a orphan
I'm powering up like I'm morphing
My soul old like Morgan
It's all good
But it ain't free man
Naw but it ain't free man
Prices real cheap
But it ain't free man
Life real good
But it ain't free man
She want to fuck a rap nigga
But not for free man
I practice voodo on a bitch
I'm at the cauldron
Like a witch
The house voice activated
We on like a switch
I'm smoking gramz out the zip
We got pounds like a diet
Its the kult secret society
I'm with a gypsy
And yea we vibin
Exchanging knowledge it ain't private
Uplift your energy
Embrace your knowledge
And may the force be with you
You got the power
And yea life is hard
But it's all good
You got to take your time
And get it understood
You better sell something
You either rap shoot ball or hustle
You the dealer or the muscle
WRITERS
Christopher Sample
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