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[Intro]
Watch the real ni*gas celebrate
All the real ni*gas selling weight
Watch the real ni*gas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when ni*gas ride, they kill it quick

Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1]
I’m paranoid cause I’m in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d*ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it’s time to catch a flight

I levitate on all these p*ssy ni*gas
I never hate on all these p*ssy ni*gas
My tax bracket on some other sh*t
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick

Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2]
Start winning, ni*gas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver’s side window when the Lincoln park
I think these ni*gas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only ni*gas eating chips

Gotta separate from all these p*ssy ni*gas
You could never hesitate and you’s a p*ssy, ni*ga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f*cking yoke

I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G’s, ni*ga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, ni*ga

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when ni*gas ride, they kill it quick

Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that’s off top
All white squares, the city on lock

I swear to God, I need a hundred m’s
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun

I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I’ll get you as*holes left in the past tense

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when ni*gas ride, they kill it quick

Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!