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[Verse 1] May 26th, MrLA hit the iTunes For the rappers ridin' waves, this a typhoon Sent a package on a plane with designer shoes Takeoff red eye, don't arrive 'till high noon A big boy, tell the labels bust that budget open Sent a Benz through the mail and you don't owe me nothing Blindsided to your face, never saw it coming See my fade up in The Fader, now my barber buzzing I done started something, niggas switching on their team to be a part of something F&N chopper bullets, push the starter button I equipped it with the beam 'cause it's all or nothin' Say you from your hood, why they don't call you nothin' My niggas pop up at your door like you ordered somethin' Pack your head up like an English muffin Stack my bread up, rarely seen in public Being broke did somethin' to my spirit Niggas actin' all holy but that Ghost be power steerin' Seen niggas start a business just to let some niggas kick it I ain't running from a ticket, that's a failure to appearance I bet my yesterdays on a bigger future I can get you through your mood or I can get a shooter Yeah, we jumped out the Benz, now she in the Uber Spilling tea to her friends, tryna get a proof of Big Mike Sunset, ain't it a blessing We made it off of fur after all that happened After them kick doors, after the ravage After that lil' black bitch, the one who ratted Ayy, YG, nigga, ain't it a blessing I'm 4Hunnid Summers after all that happened After the part ways, got back with Mustard, then y'all both signed me Now we right back brackin', Pedro bitch Off the money long as Fig Side, rich crimes, flip it ten times I done did crime, never switch sides, pimp strides Yes,I smack hoes, yes, I smack tricks and I ride foreigns Yes I keep sticks with the horse like I'm Ralph Lauren Yes, I kept secrets from these hoes for my niggas, bro And I caught fades in that red in my Figaro You gon' miss your flights tryna catch subliminals I got niggas fighting life like it's physical The guy that went from sour milk up in my cereal Now my every hour lookin' just incredible LA Leakers, Mr L.A. out your speakers I done cold shouldered divas, from Denver to Deengah Look, I told them hoes come easy you're at my leisure Had a nigga gettin' rich before the feature Me and Quavo whippin' up with the blindfold Me and ScHoolboy stompin' the Hennebeeto So let me know what you can handle, it's that Soprano OMMIO, mob ties, pick a side or choose a channel I know for a fact that your bitch paying a nigga Niggas bitch made, that's all that shenanan niggas Table pills, my gratuity is rent to you niggas Dirty money made the water look Flint to a nigga I drowse my hands with these forty bands I brought rap to the sand like we holdin' hands Niggas respectin' what I'm sayin' and I make 'em dance You put some bricks up in my hands, I probably buildin' dams What you sayin' I done been around the land way before they make the grams I had pictures kissing friends, takin' pictures like they fans I done been around the bitty, from El Segundo to Pico Ate at every Roscoe's, rivals to enemigos Shutdown Maestros, Descos, Katanas before they closed down Phillipe I was in there with my partner, on my momma I've been on, nigga 4Hunnid summers, on my momma I've been on 4Hunnid summers, on my momma, I've been on Hope they bang like a drummer