 | I ain't slipping,
You must be tripping.
I got money stacked,
Like the homies on crack,
You just mad because your money wack.
Living life one day at a time,
Getting stacks dime by dime.
Yea, I'm a make it after all,
Get ya sh*t right, ya paper stacks small.
Ye ain't got nun on me,
Fall back, what you tryna be,
You acting ruff and tuff,
But fareal you don't know none about that stuff.
Once again I ain't slipping,
You must be tripping.
Get like me homie,
Nah, fall back you can't never beat me.
I run this game,
Don't hate,
Call it fate,
I put all yall to shame.
I hit thea ball like ping pong,
And I'll straight beat you like I'm King Kong,
I ain't scared to go to jail,
Sh*t I'll beat some one tail.
Mess with my stack,
Your face gonna be looking wack,
So you'll fake hating heffas fall back.
I ain't playing and that's a fact.
Ye ain't nun why you tryna come up,
Ya paper stacks weak straighten up,
No matter how you look at it I got you beat,
You look and soundlike like a record put on repeat.
Your sh*t weak that's a shame,
Sh*t I'm coming up, I'll take the fame.
You looking round like I'm the one to blame,
It ain't my fault you sh*t lame!
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