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How you buying your girl BBL when bro was all bruck in a cell, that ain't lit you'r sick
Mum was all down and depressed all stressed, you ain't even left milk or bread in this bitch
Ay fanio it's juts a cameo, bet you need to take the drip right back to Selfridges
You tried drop food on your young buck, lost it all tough luck, hold this L you selfish prick
You ain't ever let the ting go, is that a threat cause I don't recollect the lingo
Tints on the windows cause you know bro's got the ting parked off like Ringo
Yo turn down the radiator, rooms too hot crops start dilator
I do it for gang, she does it for the cam right now I'm a movie maker
This life's cinematic, mamacita wanna have it but my intuition saying no way
She out here tryna work some brain, but I wasn't born yesterday
Give a fuck about a paigon, if you see me out raving just know I know I'm busy out here getting paid
I ain't here tryna cut no shapes, I'm just out here tryna calculate
I just wanna say, I'm running a marathon this ain't a race
I'm tryna leave a legacy for my kids and pass on the baton like Nipsey the great (like Nipsey the great)
I'm done with the fakes, I'm just tryna buy me some more real estate
Your too interested in that benz, I'd rather invest in gold, bricks and cement, yeah
Big bills to be paid, can't chill if the money coming in doesn't seem to be adding up
Sit still, still mills to be made, I been shelling for a decade and I'm till out here tryna bad 'em up
So whack out the calculator, cause I'm tryna calculate ya
Bring out the calculator, I'm just tryna calculate her
This life's cinematic, mamacita wanna have it but my intuition saying no way
She out here tryna work some brain, but I wasn't born yesterday
Give a fuck about a paigon, if you see me out raving just know I know I'm busy out here getting paid
I ain't here tryna cut no shapes, I'm just out here tryna calculate
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