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[Intro] Ayyy Gladiator in this bitch boy Ayyy Day June 30th yo E2 you crazy for this one Smoke cleared look who crawled out On my mom I'm about to ball out Yea, Ayyy [Verse] R-I-P Money Mark! I'm going to scream until my last day Shit ain't been the same bro I swear since your last day Hate be coming in, shit be coming in a fast way Gave niggas my all they ain't even meet me halfway Stars in a halfway, ??? Circle got smaller, but everybody with me real Plus I signed a deal, mixtape half a mil And still sending money to my homies stuck in jail Growing up in pills, got it on my still Cuz I know these niggas hungry, I ain't trying to be a meal Quick to the let the semi spray, any night any day Stunting on these niggas, they ain't really like me anyway Rather post a nigga they don't know, before they post they bro Pillow talking to these bitches, knowing she supposed to know Mafia costra nost, taking flights coast to coast Damn I miss my brother, I'm the one that was supposed to go People say they love you, thats some shit you supposed to show That some shit you supposed to show Ain't it? I said... Ain't it? Nigga gonna hold up Yea! Yea! Spend forty on the rol-e Try to charge for that... you won't hold me It's bigger than the money, loyalty is what they owe me If you thought that I would fold under pressure you don't know me Niggas hate to see me focus on the bag Hate to see me in a foreign, rather see me in a cab I'm talking to my bunky about shit I used to have Nigga ever disrespect me I'm going back Remember when Nipsey died man I swear I had a vision That, I would probably die, the same place that I be chilling Lost some close friends, so I'm having problems healing Heart broken got me in my feelings, I'm gonna kill em And I know these niggas after me Know they are And it took the other half of me Shot my whole fifty don't need accuracy I'm gone like a G if they capture me (For my baby, nigga!) Capture me (Ox ??) This bitch shoot rapidly Chasing money no one as fast as me (Road runner) I told my bitch, she too good for a rapper (I tried to tell her) Told her I'd slow down, start moving faster I even paid for her college, she got her masters Fuck other bitches, but they don't matter Remember growning up, my aunt was baptist Take me to church, sleep on the pastor See my homie die, what a disaster Team full of shooters, I tell em blast ya (Bah! Bah! Bah!) I got some new bitches, ain't got time for the old ones You should see the bitch that I fuck after my show done Said I wouldn't make it, I guess I had to show them I guess I had to show them I'm like... Is we beefing or we posting? Man I'm so confused It's crazy that the clown shit these niggas do for views The worst feeling I ever felt was feeling used And if you cool with that shit, man I ain't feeling you Have you ever had a dream your man killing you? (Have you ever?) And that shit feel true, it's really killing you And since you acting like an opp, we goin' to kill you too Man I feel untouchable, I feel bulletproof I'mma count this money until my hands hurt That ain't even your shit, man that your man work (That your man shit) All that tough shit gonna get that man merc'd (Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!) I ain't scared to wear that tan shirt [Outro] You know I ain't scared of that shit man I ain't scared to go back nigga (Back nigga) It's chess not checkers boy, move your pieces right... (Pieces right) Be like... I just look at life differently like... So many people counting on me... I can't make no dumb moves, but it- Ay I'm out here tho, run up nigga you know you gonna get You gettin drilled tho Ay that's why we beefing anyway