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Agh, really ain't shit to talk about (And I do shit for the streets) Straight like that, though Yeah, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man (ah, its like a breath of fresh air) Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off, and pickin' up Nigga, what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck They think I'm good 'cause I'm up well When in a nutshell, to labels I'ma upsell, street credit, plus sales They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong And half-a-million bucks later, yup, still they'll pray to see us fail (I know) I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit Bag the big up in 8-Balls, only take 20 minutes, huh And niggas know my face card, run it up, I don't take long Far as albums, I hate y'all's, my shit be really hittin' (nigga) Threw a duffle bag right to the plug, like a shuffle pass Impossible, I blew through obstacles niggas struggle past Gave niggas game and they fumble that, I come with that Humble flex, this Cartier ain't drippin', doin' jumping jacks (agh) I can't take niggas serious I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious, my bitch be like, "Period" Stones in the Cuban get cold as Lake Iroquois Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain't give me shit (ah!) Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off, and pickin' up Nigga, what? My picture still up on Seneca (ah) Hit a lick and split it up, benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet, talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper, and secretly, you wanna be me (you don't know shit) Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off of cheat sheets Stacked a couple hunnid neatly (ha-ha), my team goin' for a three-peat (let's go) I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creep back sporadically (agh) Put a brick around me and that'd be assault and battery (well) My city ain't seen this before me, and won't after me (they won't come here) The mail stacked up, so I'm sittin' on checks What we gon' spend it on next? Jewels drippin' on set (my shit) I need a spot out in Florida, where the Seminoles at? You know, Jacksonville to Tampa like I'm Leonard Fournette (my nigga) I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient The patient ones up, the others just want cases (damn) Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin' When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', ah Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off, and pickin' up Nigga, what? My picture still up on Seneca (ah) Hit a lick and split it up, benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet, talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper, and secretly, you wanna be me Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off of cheat sheets Stacked a couple hunnid neatly, my team goin' for a three-peat (Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air)