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401 And Kingston

 

401 And Kingston


I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas saying crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no

Ever since I got the money niggas acting different
I keep a premade nigga with me cause he pack it with him
I had some shawtys tryna play me like it's Activision
Even lying to my face, they call it capping nigga
On her knees and I made her sign the NDA
Now my chains are gold like the Mandalay
And you know the way I'm balling, go the NBA
But am I acting different, no no no no

I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas saying crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no

Now I pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick
Where the fuck were you at when you saw me going through it
I was broke broke broke, pressing niggas on some bullshit
Now I live in Cali', that don't mean that I don't do this
I got niggas walking with a hammer we don't got no toolkits
Now I'm making money and investing on some jewel shit
And I'm bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and a pool yeah
And I'ma split it with my, bro bro bro bro's
I know that I'll be the best cause I don't know how to quit
Now I'm meeting all these niggas cause' there all in my shit
Saying fucking Switzerland and now it's all on my wrist
And I ain't have to hit the studio, I made this song in my crib
Never had no money, now I know how how it tastes
I just pulled up on my nigga and he whippin a race
Live fast, die young, and I live like a race
My momma told me, go slow, go slow

I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas saying crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no

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