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[Verse 1]
Fred, know how we all cake â brick of raw weight
Picture me gettinâ rich, not using poor traits
I orchestrate to pay bills
I can shoot a jump shot with a bag of money, Jae Millz
What up, sir? Got the bright tan fur
On the phone with the left hand while the right hand stir
Think about all the money we run through
Wonât stop âtil my niggas get 150 a bundle
Iâm on the block, holler â top dollar
Iâm talkinâ G money, like Nino with the Rottweiler
Blackjack at the casino with some guap fallinâ
Sit back just like in the back of that Impala
TV and block work, Iâm on it, what?
Fred hot out here, now Iâm warming up
Millz hit my phone and said he got a beat
Well bring a fork and a plate, nigga, I gotta eat
[Hook]
Crusinâ in my jeep
Thinkinâ of a master plan, why these niggas sleep?
And while these niggas sleep, Iâm out here in these streets
Chasinâ dead presidents âcause a nigga gotta eatâ¦
Yeah nigga, I gotta eat
No food on the table, then the famâ canât sleep
I pray to God I donât kill a nigga
But if I do, Godâll be with it, nigga
[Verse 2]
Only time can tell how the clock tick
Cold-ass Coupe, R&B hot chick
Three personalities, call me tri-polar
Heard my enemy got cancer â good, heâll die slower
Iâm thinkinâ death â âcause life seems scary
Just pass the gravy, on his whole âhood, Hail Mary
I ainât chillinââ¦
âTil the mansion four floors, all the walls got awards
And my team ainât gotta work
Niggas say my time is cominâ, itâd better hurry
âCause millions Iâm tryna bury before Iâm buried
My chick early twenties but she think like she 30
Yeah, she roll with me, so I gotta make her closet ferry
That 850, I got a nigga savinâ his chips
âCause right along with that I need the four-door 6
Grand Coupinâ, translucent roofinâ
Thatâs why my grindâs stupid, stupidâ¦
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Yes â I ainât ask to be boss, but I appear to
Teks under the seat, keep checkinâ the rearview
Never duck when itâs beef, bread, I give a clear view
Feel who in the streets? Come try me, I dare you
Damn kids donât understand, live
Just know to die or ride for who their famâ is
After the dark, Allah, scram in my manâs crib
Word is, niggas ainât rob him, but his man did (damn shame)
We keep that in the circle
Three stacks for the purple, you need that if itâs work, dude
See? Always pullinâ on these two straps like Urkel
Move back, Iâll hurt you â shoot back and merk you
I call it extortinâ, yâall call it payinâ dues
Like Iâm dolo at a table with a plate of food
Up North is dead âtil itâs read in the Daily News
Playerâs Ball, I play the wall in my gator shoes
[Hook]
- Album:
- Savage
- The Virgo Mixtape 5 (Nastier Than The Nastiest)
- Dead Presidents 2
- The Virgo 4: How Nasty Can He Get
- Property Of Potentness
- Dead Presidents (Mixtape)
- The Flood Warning (Mixtape)
- Flood Warning
- Miscellaneous
- R.O.T.S
- The Virgo Mixtape, Volume 2: He Still Nasty
- The Virgo Mixtape, Vol. 3
- The Virgo Mixtape
- The Virgo Mixtape, Vol. 2
- Dead Presidents
- Politics as Usual
- Zone Out Season 2
- The Flood
- The Time Is Now
- Streetz Melting