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LYRICS
Every morning send the text's
Fiends gotta get the message
I’m doing Yoga on buj they way I got it stretching

Grind like , slow jams
Chasing girls get u no bands
Ain’t onda block , ak I’m bigger than the programme


More shoes than reeboks
Trap boy they no my Ethos
Coke in this jar this ain’t sea moss

100 thousand on one cooker
I’m a gun busseer and a drug pusher
But I need ms like my brudda mulla

Master p no limit
Went and got that phone ringing
Boujee nigga but I came from low living

V12 engine
Spend 50 onda pendant
I don’t shed tears unless it’s denim

Hit thenes I don’t no bout hit records
Counting 50 in bedroom
Member cooking in the kettle
I Got more hard food than tickle me
my name in the streets Ak i don’t need the industry

Hook
Came up out the mud they want throw me back in
When you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping
Bruddah I’d be done if I was only rapping
Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern
Everyting I done yo I done in fashion
If it weren’t for love it was purely passion
Know they hate me bad but they love the badness
Bruddah where I’m from it’s snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed


What a shambles
It wernt all lights and candles
The plug got me on my feet like sandals

The feds had me locked up like Charles Branson
Still shot corners but I ain’t on them

Out tryna get a pound
Working late like a owl
But I need this paper halal

Juggin in rain the and the coldest weather
Family of trappers I don’t know no better

Ring me aria grande
Crack on the stove yh I came up that way
They Used to gimme ema
I got hustling in my DNA
Me and Dean made that line do 3 a day

F a press run
I mixed dirty with f1
Lost sticks bought next ones

Lv spills 1000 pound meals
If I just talk money blame the grills

Came up out the mud they want throw me back in
When you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping
Bruddah I’d be done if I was only rapping
Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern
Everyting I done yo I done in fashion
If it weren’t for love it was purely passion
Know they hate me bad but they love the badness
Bruddah where I’m from it’s snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed

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