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All of my brothers, we balling
I swear we don't f*ck wit the bleachers
We used to shoot dice all up in the hall
Ain't f*ck wit no teachers
Now all of my shoes, they f*cking exotic
I'm walking on creatures
But I know the gang, so you cannot hang
Not f*cking wit leaches
Now I'm up
I know wassup
Niggas and bitches be plotting on me
But I got it tucked
Niggas and bitches be hating on me
But I don't give a f*ck
Remember them days I used to be down
Now a young nigga up

You know that I'm up
I been hustling for a minute
Lately I been talking money
Credit goes to my dentist
And you know that I been flexing
Gotta give it to my gymnast
Don't believe in Jehovah
Cause I can't f*ck wit a witness, yeah
Red botts dripping like they signed to Gunna
I'm really having I never been fronted
If he try to take it sling wood like a lumber
I hit her last night and I just got her number
Can't f*ck wit rats
I stay outta the gutter
Put her in Chanel
But you know I don't love her
Once I hit the top
I will never see under
All the hoes I hit rare
I don't gotta use rubbers
My diamonds lightning
Choppa on me, ain't no fighting
I gotta watch what I do
Cause all of these niggas be biting
I was taught to do my dirt
Stay quiet and don't do no typing
And if I get caught up wit twelve
I better not do no writing

All of my brothers, we balling
I swear we don't f*ck wit the bleachers
We used to shoot dice all up in the hall
Ain't f*ck wit no teachers
Now all of my shoes, they f*cking exotic
I'm walking on creatures
But I know the gang, so you cannot hang
Not f*cking wit leaches
Now I'm up
I know wassup
Niggas and bitches be plotting on me
But I got it tucked
Niggas and bitches be hating on me
But I don't give a f*ck
Remember them days I used to be down
Now a young nigga up

All of my brothers
I swear that we balling
Don't f*ck wit no bleachers
Niggas ain't keeping real these days
Can't f*ck wit no preachers
And I am not rapping for free these days
Ain't giving out features
I swear that the world is getting too cold
So I'm toting heaters
Play wit me, I let go
Strap on me just like a velcro
Versace shoes on me
Swear that I used to beg for all the retros
Score wit two on me
Pointers they hitting like I am Carmelo
Bunch of blues on me
Swear I used to drip in the Aero
Put cash on his head, now that nigga hit
Before this lil chain, you know I was lit
I stay wit the fye, cause I know I'm a lick
Just like a lil kid, got rocks in my fist
Can't f*ck wit no snake, hate the sound of a hiss
You flexing that sack, I'm sending the blitz
Always out of town, catch me at the Ritz
If you seen me wit her, you know I done hit

All of my brothers, we balling
I swear we don't f*ck wit the bleachers
We used to shoot dice all up in the hall
Ain't f*ck wit no teachers
Now all of my shoes, they f*cking exotic
I'm walking on creatures
But I know the gang, so you cannot hang
Not f*cking wit leaches
Now I'm up
I know wassup
Niggas and bitches be plotting on me
But I got it tucked
Niggas and bitches be hating on me
But I don't give a f*ck
Remember them days I used to be down
Now a young nigga up