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yo, mind is a terabu thing to waist
so keep my eye on my money and money in your safe
fuck the haters, all they wanna do just hate
they donÂ’t wanna see me shine, eatin this cake
they got me walkin around scare, with nine on my waist
Im on the grind hustlin hard till street is mine
thatÂ’s the case, semioto for those other that hate
catch me like paparazi takin photos out your face
Im in your resident, lookin for a dead president
the whole hood want me, like lotto ticket
and when open my mouth is like semioto speakin
Im a head nigga on charts, I make order like general dose
I make bitches wanna love me and cry like funeral dose
I tryina break bread with my niggas but paycheck is minumi cause
I get my everyday livin out the streets like criminals dose
you might just get slap tho, if you luky fam
see, My shit kick kun fu, kick ass like jackie jane
if you didnÂ’t know nigga, go ask your man
last nigga try me, I put him in the casket, fam