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    What I need with ten cars? I can't drive but one
    This for my niggas listening in 3001
    As I'm writin' through this song, this world's gone insane
    I know you feel me 'cause I bet that shit still ain't changed
    I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill everything
    I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained
    Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin' up
    It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

    I'm holdin' on tight to what it feel like to live a peaceful life
    Since ridin' a bike, all that I ever knew was beef and strife
    Goin' to sleep at night, prayin' that God release the stress
    Now I'm on G4 jets across the sеas to decompress
    My recеnt checks, how much you think? Hm, decent guess
    They growin' more eager: Cole, who you gon' kill on a feature next?
    Who would you suggest? My nigga just told me the streets a myth
    And he's perplexed, they tellin' on people like the teacher's pet
    He took a pull of his weed, he high as the trees where eagles nest
    I started chiefin' less and less, it had my cerebral vexed
    Too many blessings to be depressed
    Went from too stressed to being blessed
    Now, my new recipe's just keep that fuck shit from my desk
    I don't want shit but my breath, I don't want shit but my fam'
    Thought I used superglue, nigga, how this gun stick to my hand
    I don't even tote no pistol, but that shit sounded so hard
    Plus, I don't give a fuck about lyin' once I learned these niggas fraud
    I'm finna burn these niggas, dawg
    Bring me that urn, these nigga char
    Cole, I'ma send 'em to crossroads with the lost souls
    I saw Nia Long quote
    I would've poked, back when my heart cold
    Give her three or four strokes
    Then I'm onto the next, shit like a par four
    I'm a raw-ass nigga, 6'4, tall-ass nigga
    With a sick flow, y'all ask Jigga
    How much did the kid gross for that label
    Paid dues, had to pay dude for my masters, but I'm grateful
    Shit, business is business
    I'm in the Ville, the windows is tinted
    Keeping my dick in my britches, y'all get to the bitches
    Me, I'ma get to this money and split with the missus
    Nigga, this vicious, and I'm the truth
    All of these niggas fictitious
    Look at Jermaine, still runnin' the game
    Damn, this physical fitness
    Fuck with me, man

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    What I need with ten cars? I can't drive but one
    This for my niggas listening in 3001
    As I'm writin' through this song, this world's gone insane
    I know you feel me 'cause I bet that shit still ain't changed
    I'm on a mission for this chicken, I'ma kill everything
    I'm stackin' for a rainy day and it still ain't rained
    Why niggas never open up? The answer had me chokin' up
    It ain't enough words around to reveal they pain

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