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Cut the fan on double O, lil' baby
Turn on the air conditioning to escape the heat and discomfort, my dear

Killed my nigga, no rights
I lost my close friend, and there was no justice served

Now they wanna indict me
And now they want to charge me with a crime

Shackles on my left and right wrist
I am restrained and trapped, unable to move freely

I shook the system, now they diamonds
I challenged and disrupted the system, and now they're intrigued by my success

Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let's light it
When they talk about causing trouble, alright, let's ignite it

The way we hit it, you ain't gon' like it
The way we retaliate, you won't find it enjoyable

Big bankroll, still got problems
Even with a significant amount of money, I still face difficulties

You can have millions
Even if you possess millions of dollars

You still can't solve 'em
You still can't find solutions to your problems

I'm a seven-figure nigga and
I have achieved financial success, earning millions

I just wanna run up them M's and go and
I desire to accumulate millions and then

Cop me a new Lam' and do it tomorrow
Purchase a brand new Lamborghini and do it the next day

Just 'cause we blood, it don't
Just because we're related, it doesn't

Really mean that we fam
Truly indicate that we are family

My family know who they are
My true family members are aware of their identity

I changed my ways just for my
I altered my behavior solely for my

Lil' son, for you, lil' nigga
Young son, for you, my dear

Go above and beyond
I exceed expectations and go the extra mile

Ain't doin' no cappin', a nigga
I'm not engaging in deception, my friend

Run down on me
If someone tries to confront or attack me

I swear you gon' be in a blunt
I promise you will become a joint

That nigga just rappin'
That individual is merely rapping, not living their lyrics

Everybody in the streets know
Everyone in the community is aware

They ain't touchin' nothin'
They're not truly involved or accomplishing anything

Niggas be cap, yeah, so that rap
Individuals often lie or exaggerate, so their rap

Won't feel it
Doesn't resonate or have an impact

Talkin' 'bout racks, got plenty
Speaking of racks (money), I have an abundant amount

I don't see how they blame coronavirus
I fail to understand why they attribute everything to the coronavirus

I blew up through epidemic
I became successful during an outbreak or epidemic

Bougie bitch gon' tell you spend it
A high-maintenance woman will urge you to spend your money extravagantly

A trick always reveal a diamond
A generous person will always display their valuable assets

She gon' tell you flip it 'cause
She will advise you to invest it wisely because

She always kept it real
She consistently remains honest and authentic

And a fuck nigga, he gon'
And a deceitful man, he will

Tell, have a nigga locked, waitin' on mail
Snitch, resulting in someone being incarcerated, anxiously waiting for mail

If I got bond, always made bail
If I acquire bail, I always manage to be released

I don't even get to make it to no cell
I don't even end up in a prison cell

Even though I love these hundreds
Despite my fondness for these one hundred dollar bills

And how I add 'em
And the way I accumulate them

All these problems that I been havin' ain't
All the difficulties I've been facing aren't

Got nothin' to do with mathematics
Related to mathematics or numbers

I probably couldn't solve 'em if
I most likely wouldn't be able to solve them even if

I ain't have ratchet
I didn't possess a firearm

Was times had to sleep in the trap
There were occasions when I had to sleep at the drug spot

No mattress won't take a loss
Without a mattress, I won't accept defeat

I don't wanna move backwards
I refuse to regress or go back to a previous state

I'm gettin' this cheese
I'm earning this money

I don't care 'bout who havin'
I don't concern myself with others who possess wealth

I don't really like leanin', but
I don't particularly enjoy consuming lean (codeine), but

In the fast lane, I poured me a four up
In the fast-paced lifestyle, I mixed a four-ounce serving of lean

Finna cop me a demon, but when I die, God
I'm about to acquire a high-performance car, but when I pass away, God

I still wanna go up and we up now
I still want to ascend and achieve success, and we are currently successful

I don't give a fuck who was here before us
I don't care about anyone who existed before us

Remember back then, ain't know us
Recall how no one knew us back then

That's when we ain't get no love
That's when we didn't receive any love or support

We ridin' with the gang
We ride alongside our loyal group

We don't do no foldin'
We don't engage in betrayal or disloyalty

We ridin' with them thangs
We ride with our firearms

Whenever we rollin'
Every time we're on the move