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[Intro] Ay HBK Gang You know how we play And I can't quit Uh [Verse 1] Heartbreak Gang, keep a player on sweat Baby must me talkin' bout the bank account, if we talkin' savings Everywhere I go, I keep (uh), never lonely, baby Raised in it, so you never see me homeless, baby Locked in, never locked out, what they talkin' 'bout? Studio is like the ATM, on how I get money out Ron Brown, Brocks and D-Wade, how they teamin' up All of that and they can't see me, call 'em Stevie Wonder Militant when I be feelin' it, I move like [?] Politics, I won't acknowlеdge shit don't gotta do with me I'm stayin' low and stayin' out the way, switch mе to the A My haters only see me through the phone, it's how I finish payin' Next to buildin' my retirement and buyin' real estate I'm gonna take a trip to Tokyo, that's how I feel today And marriage a massage therapist, I make her feel a way All I do it lace up my cleats, hit up the field and play [Beat Break] Yeah yeah [Verse 2] Yeah, Band-Aids stoppin' band aids on a rampage I'ma turn every website to a fanpage Too lock and I'm too hot off of Moon Rock Goin' crazy in the studio, feel like Tupac Me and brodie bro want the paper, that's the common goal Sudy was the student of the month to make the Honor Roll I incinerate and innovate, I got too many flows Competition is illiterate cuz they can't read the rules Pay attention, can you see the writin' on the wall? Keep me earnest out in reunitin' with my dogs Five Benzes later if you put my name on a flyer Only gettin' better every session and I can't deny it I ain't even pressed, out through the West, I move like Musalama Cut the dead weight and get the money, call it perfect timin' Went to all my backs and back with the Oscar Mayer Criteria of pushin' P, you are not [?] [Beat Break] Yeah Yeah yeah [Verse 3] I'm stayin' out the way things that don't got shit to do with me I'm stackin' strips, I keep that blue with me like it's community With the foolery, I got the baddest ones pursuin' me With all my jewelry, I'm feelin' cold, it's minus 2 degrees Everywhere I go, they know the Wop, I could show the block Every single show, I do it up and I sold it out I ain't even fetchin' for the clout, it's just word of mouth I ain't even pressin' 'bout a hoe, I cut her off Wallet, phone, keys, everything is in pocket I been diligent, since 2010, I been poppin' Stay a gentleman and everything is real proper Gettin' green edamame, understandin' the assignment I'm the franchise box office draw who obey the law Everything I say is a go like I paid 'em off Do it for the Bay but at this point I got the state involved It's like my IP, I got my pen to get my point across Shit