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    Real nigga question
    Who's painting the city from the East to the West like us?
    Kash Doll
    Vezzo (damn, Dooder, you made this?)
    Dram
    Think I got Tourette's, 'cause I keep screamin' out: I'm rich
    Hope nobody broke heard me, I probably got 'em pissed
    I'm rollin' with a sixty in all blues like I'm Crippin'
    No Ralph Lauren, but this Burberry say London on my 'fit (dramatic)
    I hate to tell y'all
    But I think I got at least another twenty years of me talkin' that shit on these tapes
    And some of y'all keep askin' why
    Why not?
    (KD)

    Think I got Tourette's, 'cause I keep screamin' out: I'm rich
    Hope nobody broke heard me, I probably got 'em pissed
    I'm rollin' with a sixty in all blues like I'm Crippin'
    No Ralph Lauren, but this Burberry say London on my 'fit
    VVs look like LEDs, they sayin' I look plugged
    You dressin' for an interview, bro, why you got it tucked?
    I ain't pimp my ride, I got a closet in my truck
    Bitch, I ride around in Hot Wheels, garage Toys "R" Us
    I should put the booth inside a jet and talk this fly shit
    Any bitch that touch me, it's gon' turn into a moshpit
    Niggas send DMs that say they up, but they ain't got shit
    You ain't special, boy, I got celebs on my block list

    How I'm gon' stop spendin' dog shit when it keep comin'?
    When my son was born, inside the savings was a hundred
    They said I gained some weight, it's steak and lobsters in my stomach
    I been grindin' all winter, so I'm shinin' all summer
    How you had a run and couldn't keep shit up and running?
    I just wanna know, I got some real nigga questions
    In thirty-some years, how you ain't seen no real money?
    I can see it in your eyes and tell you never had nothin', nigga

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    AP, Rollie, necklace, and my wrist look like a Voss water
    Pull up with two-fifty in this bitch, I'm tryna torch somethin' (skrrt)
    Disrespect the Cullinan, I paid cash, bitch, I can walk on it (yeah)
    We spin niggas' block, flip everything, look like I lost somethin', huh
    I can't buy no beans from lil' cuz 'cause they 'nyl in 'em (that fetti)
    Got it out the mud, ain't got no plug, I robbed all of 'em, huh
    Spent a half a ticket on the Ghost to see the stars comin' (for real)
    Bitch see all this ice, I wanna fuck, I want the jaws from her (Iced Up Records)
    Sick my opps be teamin' up, Rollie busted, VV'd up
    Pop a Perc', I'm geekin' up, take his work, don't feed him nothin'
    I hit pints and make music, bro get hung, go'n freeze him up
    Oh, he told? They freed him up, up that score, we three and up, nigga (on God)

    How you had a run and couldn't keep shit up and running?
    I just wanna know, I got some real nigga questions
    In thirty-some years, how you ain't seen no real money?
    I can see it in your eyes and tell you never had nothin', nigga (pussy)
    How I'm gon' stop spendin' dog shit when it keep comin'?
    When my son was born, inside the savings was a hundred
    They said I gained some weight, it's steak and lobsters in my stomach
    I been grindin' all winter, so I'm shinin' all summer

    (Gangsta Grizzillz)
    Grindin' all winter
    Shinin' all summer
    Real nigga question
    Did you expect anything less?

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    Composition: David Jackson, Arkeisha Knight, Joseph Robinson, Christian Hoskins, and Chivez Smith

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