She hit my phone like where you at
Why won't you let me come through
I told the bitch I'm done with games
She tryna play me like a flute
I don't got the time to waste
I'm tryna get rich with my dudes
Every night I pray that God
Forgive me for the shit I do
Free my niggas out the cell
And free my niggas out the pen
The day I get rich off this rap
All of us gon' drive a Benz
Only got a couple brothers
I don't say that they my friends
Cause I know that they gon
Stick right by my side until the end
Yeah until the end we goin' up
I can't wait till I get rich
To buy my mom a Bentley truck
So many people let me down
And said that they was showin' love
You can go and ask around
Bitch you know that I'm a thug
Cuban chain' around my neck
Amiri jeans yeah bitch I'm fly
Real fashion killer shit
You look at me you probably die
Put a opp inside this blunt
I smoke this shit and I get high
I'm the real candy man
You want that za then I'm that guy
She hit my phone like where you at
Why won't you let me come through
I told the bitch I'm doin' games
She tryna play me like a flute
I don't got the time to waste
I'm tryna get rich with my dudes
Every night I pray that God
Forgive me for the shit I do
Free my niggas out the cell
Free my niggas out the pen
The day I get rich off this rap
All of us gon' drive a Benz
Only got a couple brothers
I don't say that they my friends
Cause I know that they gon' stick
Right by my side until the end
Until the end we goin' up
I can't wait till I get rich
To buy my mom a Bentley truck
So many people let me down
And said that they was showin' love
You can go and ask around
Bitch you know that I'm a thug
Cuban chain around my neck
Ameri jeans yeah bitch I'm fly
Real fashion killer shit
You look at me you probably die
Put a off inside this blunt
I smoke this shit and I get high
I'm the real candy man
You want that za then I'm that guy
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She hit my phone like where you at
Why won't you let me come through
I told the bitch I'm done with games
She tryna play me like a flute
I don't got the time to waste
I'm tryna get rich with my dudes
Every night I pray that God
Forgive me for the shit I do
Free my niggas out the cell
And free my niggas out the pen
The day I get rich off this rap
All of us gon' drive a Benz
Only got a couple brothers
I don't say that they my friends
Cause I know that they gon
Stick right by my side until the end
Yeah until the end we goin' up
I can't wait till I get rich
To buy my mom a Bentley truck
So many people let me down
And said that they was showin' love
You can go and ask around
Bitch you know that I'm a thug
Cuban chain' around my neck
Amiri jeans yeah bitch I'm fly
Real fashion killer shit
You look at me you probably die
Put a opp inside this blunt
I smoke this shit and I get high
I'm the real candy man
You want that za then I'm that guy
She hit my phone like where you at
Why won't you let me come through
I told the bitch I'm doin' games
She tryna play me like a flute
I don't got the time to waste
I'm tryna get rich with my dudes
Every night I pray that God
Forgive me for the shit I do
Free my niggas out the cell
Free my niggas out the pen
The day I get rich off this rap
All of us gon' drive a Benz
Only got a couple brothers
I don't say that they my friends
Cause I know that they gon' stick
Right by my side until the end
Until the end we goin' up
I can't wait till I get rich
To buy my mom a Bentley truck
So many people let me down
And said that they was showin' love
You can go and ask around
Bitch you know that I'm a thug
Cuban chain around my neck
Ameri jeans yeah bitch I'm fly
Real fashion killer shit
You look at me you probably die
Put a off inside this blunt
I smoke this shit and I get high
I'm the real candy man
You want that za then I'm that guy
Why won't you let me come through
I told the bitch I'm done with games
She tryna play me like a flute
I don't got the time to waste
I'm tryna get rich with my dudes
Every night I pray that God
Forgive me for the shit I do
Free my niggas out the cell
And free my niggas out the pen
The day I get rich off this rap
All of us gon' drive a Benz
Only got a couple brothers
I don't say that they my friends
Cause I know that they gon
Stick right by my side until the end
Yeah until the end we goin' up
I can't wait till I get rich
To buy my mom a Bentley truck
So many people let me down
And said that they was showin' love
You can go and ask around
Bitch you know that I'm a thug
Cuban chain' around my neck
Amiri jeans yeah bitch I'm fly
Real fashion killer shit
You look at me you probably die
Put a opp inside this blunt
I smoke this shit and I get high
I'm the real candy man
You want that za then I'm that guy
She hit my phone like where you at
Why won't you let me come through
I told the bitch I'm doin' games
She tryna play me like a flute
I don't got the time to waste
I'm tryna get rich with my dudes
Every night I pray that God
Forgive me for the shit I do
Free my niggas out the cell
Free my niggas out the pen
The day I get rich off this rap
All of us gon' drive a Benz
Only got a couple brothers
I don't say that they my friends
Cause I know that they gon' stick
Right by my side until the end
Until the end we goin' up
I can't wait till I get rich
To buy my mom a Bentley truck
So many people let me down
And said that they was showin' love
You can go and ask around
Bitch you know that I'm a thug
Cuban chain around my neck
Ameri jeans yeah bitch I'm fly
Real fashion killer shit
You look at me you probably die
Put a off inside this blunt
I smoke this shit and I get high
I'm the real candy man
You want that za then I'm that guy
Writer: malachi gaymes
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