Claustrophobic and germaphobic name a n**ga who can touch me
I’m the one runnin’ with that sack so name a n**ga who can rush me
I ain’t buddy buddy, you know I want my pockets pudgy pudgy
Same plays, different game better go look at film and study
But can’t move the same way I did last week, gotta keep em guessin
I’m tryna count this money while I drive
That shit harder than textin
12 pull me to the side say I’m gettin arrested for driving reckless
Tell them n**gas to eat a d**k cause b**ch I’m pushin it to the limit
If I could go back in time, I still wouldn’t give a b**tch a minute
Bentley illegal tinted, you can’t see me but I’m in it
I’m in a scrimmage in this b**tch playing like it’s a championship
Bombing threes from the other side of the court like we playing battleship
But I’m tryna tell you, sh*t just ain’t a game lil n**ga
Growing up, they ain’t tell me this sh*t pain lil n**ga
Trained my brain to endure that pain it keep me sane lil n**ga
N**gas foldin early can tell you spoon fed from gold plates
We turn that backstab to money bags, we don’t ever complain
Staying down with my team, and I ain’t never request a trade
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave
But this land ain’t free, I’m sippin’ Bel-Air, Ace of Spade aye!

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