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(album: Pregame Rituals - 2020)

Oh, yeah, yeah

Niggas say that they made twenty thousand out the bando
I spent twenty thousand tryna bring my fucking mans home
Another twenty thousand putting ice on all my friends' throats
Stuff a twenty thousand in my pants so I can stand down
I know they love it when the youngin bring the fucking bands out
Came from nothing, now I'm strutting in the fucking Benz now
And I be thumbing through these hundreds like a fucking fan now
I ain't fronting, catch 'em clutching, there's a fucking man down
And I been thanking God a nigga made it out the hellhole
Off the block until the top and now I shop off Melrose
Dummy knots inside my socks, 'member used to sell clothes
It's twenty shots inside this Glock, lil' mami throwing elbows
I got money, everybody acting like they need me
I was bummy and I swear to God they didn't see me
Make it sunny when I hit the scene with all these VVS
Now it's funny, gotta book a meeting just to see me

Out of my body, I'm tryna get out of some hobbies
I just ran out of Biscotti, right now ain't feeling nobody, uh
Feeling her body, I don't have feelings, lil' rocky
I gotta steal from somebody, I'm way too real for the lobby, uh
Balling like Scotty, and, bitch, I'm cut like karate
I'm screaming, "Fuck Illuminati," bitch, we been ducking like Gotti, uh
Hotter wasabi, her body like a Bugatti
I think I need some Dasani because lil' mama done got me
And I swear this feeling so real, uh
Just know them other niggas ain't real as me
Got some young niggas in the field, uh
Better know they for sure kill for me
Got some niggas waiting on the pills, uh
And I covered all my killas' bills and fees
If you squeal, nigga, no deal, uh
I'm too real, I just hope you feeling me

Niggas say that they made twenty thousand out the bando
I spent twenty thousand tryna bring my fucking mans home
Another twenty thousand putting ice on all my friends' throats
Stuff a twenty thousand in my pants so I can stand down
I know they love it when the youngin bring the fucking bands out
Came from nothing, now I'm strutting in the fucking Benz now
And I be thumbing through these hundreds like a fucking fan now
I ain't fronting, catch 'em clutching, there's a fucking man down
And I been thanking God a nigga made it out the hellhole
Off the block until the top and now I shop off Melrose
Dummy knots inside my socks, 'member used to sell clothes
It's twenty shots inside this Glock, lil' mami throwing elbows
I got money, everybody acting like they need me
I was bummy and I swear to God they didn't see me
Make it sunny when I hit the scene with all these VVS
Now it's funny, gotta book a meeting just to see me

Just to see me
Just to see me
Just to see me
Just to see me
Just to see me
Just to see me
Just to see me
Just to see me