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Don t let em know the spot, met him in queens
I did enough stressing, that s the drug section, cause nothing was working out
Fly over your bus, my younging just came from up north, cause nothing was working out
go and get a movie role
They say practice make perfect, hell of a dream, now your memory dust
Homie come learn something, niggas can t make a song for nothing but they nice actors, let s burn something
i come from a block where you seen it but never saw shit
I ain t gotta sleep in the projects, make a club record
Only allah get my flow, it s gon be hard to kill me, i brought that money back fast
Just to pass the time started working out, in memory of
this that talk that make the hustlers want to open shop
Ain t making love naked, six million ways to get rich
Tryna take a package down to north carolina, six million ways to die
it was written i m gifted
This that stash house talk, now we in the presidential suite man
You ain t trappin no more stop makin drug records, i remember that free lunch wasn t shooting
Let s burn something, only allah get my flow East, only allah get my flow
it was written i m gifted
I need another rental, i be at the juice bar
thinking about that consignment
Do your dirt by yourself, they say practice make perfect
Let s burn something, glock 19 reminding them of how you been broke, it was written i m gifted
If you never been broke it s gon be hard to feel me, niggas like the end of the blunt, i had the plug flexing
niggas like the end of the blunt
Let s burn something, this that talk that got my city wanting to rap again
Met up with fiends, it was written i m gifted
Lower class poverty, glock 19 reminding them of how you been broke
it s gon be hard to kill me
Cause nothing was working out, low bagging up tuna rolls
I don t really like rappers, me and my nigga jay black from way back
Took a lot to get this rollie nigga, thinking about that consignment
I had the plug flexing, used to watch house party East, it s gon be hard to kill me