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Greatness Jones Amnesia, my mind on wavy Low lights, get the hands up safety Niggas fuck you, pay me Tell the Lord come save me All the boy dem chase me More money, more problems Less money, less patience They can't beat my cadence Macaulay on the playlist Tryna get money, no problem on the slave ships Get it better, got the payment Boy, the belly got the payment Get it first, don't say shit Get it first on the late shift Get it first Get it first, get it first, get it first, get it first Get it first, get it first, get it first, get it first Yeah, yeah Shots to the head but couldn't execute them Slur like I preach Rose, Martin Luther Luther Vandross, half a gram gone Had the sound down, the loud was too strong Talk to nashes, I guess I'm too on Guess who guessed wrong, don't make assumptions Nothing to prove, I don't want for nothing Nothing came first, I'm used to bluffing Kept my head low, spill gallons of gallows Cast the first stone then hide the hands low Pull up and skrt skrt Pull up with words first Bullet them skrt skrt Whipping in worse ways Pull up them bus case Running from old ways Couldn't fool me once I was timid I was smoking on my lows I was digging through the paper for the profit Too many cemeteries full of scripture I just lost another brother They been waiting for me They just caught another fade Fresh food, had my fingers on the lick Lifeline on the tick Bang bang They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people Spilling gallons on the pavement For my people We spilling gallons on the pavement For my people They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people Boy dem killing niggas on a misassumption Talks on the block, we need a resolution Blunt on the leaves be the retribution Blank face on the scheme, here's to you stem This is karma, this is martyrs When a man's down, better lift your guards up This is what happens when the strips to Gaza Grab the armour, pastors, where's your fathers? Blocks getting hotter every time we hit the winter I just pray to God they don't do me ever Ghana Hands in the sky every time I hit the crowd up Only ever wanted was a life of no drama Pull up on a nigga like you with us or with hammers Yeah, these my brothers, I ain't leaving here without 'em Different hell went bad 'cause the demons right at 'em I been sipping now every time I roll the loud up They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people They don't wanna see me righteous They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people They don't wanna see me righteous Spilling gallons on the pavement For my people We spilling gallons on the pavement For my people They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people They don't wanna see me righteous Running riots on the road with my people I didn't see nobody I didn't need you They don't wanna see me righteous When I did meet somebody I did not see you They don't wanna see me righteous I didn't see nobody I do not need you They don't wanna see me righteous I didn't see nobody I do not need you They don't wanna see me righteous