to my lil' nigga Snupe ( Rest in peace to a real nigga) Yeah We the realest niggas in this shit Reporting live out of Philly Young nigga loved popping bad bitches and wheelies And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah I get a rush from this lifestyle Solid gold presidential with the ice dial When the chasers in the building turn the lights down 'Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out Glock 40, living life wild I go to court for probation and looking like trial The DA told me she want a nigga but right now I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like, "How?" Is it the money? Is it the cars? Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far? But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me
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