Geppetto, ho I stand alone, there was nothing on top or under him And I yack up bars like I swallowed a fucking jungle gym All of my niggas we scheming to get to the top and to get all this green And she loving the way that I’m speaking, I’m gleaming She fiending for me and the kitty be creaming I’m all about money and all about fam Get on the grind, got to do what I can Spitting that incredible shit for my fans Get a little bit of money and them rubber bands And a nigga get the money when I pass and go I can shut a nigga down fast or slow And the diamonds on my wrist look like a bag of snow Finna pull up in the party pull a jazzy ho Why these hating motherfuckers that be acting for Make a nigga get a bag of dough I be bagging hoes, keep a sack of po’ I ain’t bragging though, I’m just laughing though, look Grade A Diamond Game Entertain, I’m the boss, bitch When it comes to bitches, dicks in they mouth like gossip Niggas talking about guns but never draw it But this desert eagle got more kick than an ostrich If you niggas ever fucking with I For the fam bam, I’ma bust, do or die And I gotta get it, swear to God I gotta get it I’ma live it ‘till I touch the sky I’m a Fairfield cat, got a little bit of cash Gonna hit you in the back, wanna give me kitty cat You ain’t never been a motherfucking nigga Do it pretty for my city like that Holy shit Whether they believe it or not, I am the new Bay And I’ma hit niggas harder than Bobby Boucher This uzi will soufflé your toupee If they ain’t learned about it, they finna learn today Not on my level though, yeah my flow’s incredible On these tracks I son you blockheads, I’m Mr.

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