Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this And the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without an album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga! Maybach Music
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