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[Verse] I made a hundred racks on that sofa No cap, I came so far The forty-four came with a holster Just a Pyrex bowl and some boiling water I manufactured work, I feel like Walter The plugs knew that I weren't just a talker Crack on the plate, it's a flying saucer The judge said he couldn't give me any shorter Me, I'm on the paper like a stalker I'm glad it weren't a brick and just a corner 'Cause it coulda been seven in the dunya Even if I never had a biscuit All I need's a kitchen, I can fix it Go collect the dinners, I'ma risk it That's food for all my people like a picnic Told the hittas that "I only want head shots" Do the pagans how the feds rolled up and did - In a room full of rappers, I'm the misfit Sitting in the jail, apart from my son's birthday, I didn't miss shit My shawty outside handling business My management still know what the vision is Let me tell you what the difference is, I've been on that extra grind So many cats making orders that I forgot who's up next in line Couple of them niggas ran and got away, we gave the rest the bines And probation think I'm still trapping They don't know I shoulda been rapping But yeah, I got the plugs and I can still tap in That trap money handled all my endeavours That's how I end up on the wing like some feathers Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's I know some people hoped I'd be gone forever From young, I held my own, I woulda rubbed if I never Probation going crazy, said they think I might run a line Boy, I'm hotter than jail in the summertime A Colt-9 this time, a Star-9 last time Me and my cellmates smoking weed just to pass time My girl worried 'bout me, I keep telling her, "I'll be fine" This forty-four fuck your day up more than a parking fine I played the streets for time, I know it well I told the label, "If I don't sign then I'm going jail" I left the trap house and I sat down in Universal Bro, I'm tryna get this money clean like I'm using Persil Came home on tag, I gotta chill for the meanwhile But my DM's flooded, said they need that fresh home freestyle Meetings in the diary, me and the CEO still chatting But they won't drop the bag, they think I'm gonna go back to trapping But I'm comfortable Somebody have me under pressure, no way On the wing, catch me in my cell, open all day Niggas been fucking up my money like they're smoking the yay Now I'm in a mood, in my feelings like I broke up with bae Bang up time's six o'clock, I've been here before Never thought I'd be doing bird, 2024 Missed some opportunities but there'll be many more You know I'm gonna be good as long as the Henny pours Niggas like Jordan 4's, I like forty-fours I'll still be watching my back when I'm forty-four I'm still stuck up in this shit, I don't know what they thought All bro said is, "There's a joint", I don't know what I bought Came home and got to work, I grabbed the pack and shoes I could lose a M out here and make it back from the twos I can't make that chick a wife unless she bad and booj She can't believe I curve the groupie hoes, I actually do They say it on me in the jail but, come on, that ain't news If you was me and I was you, I would be crashing it too If your shawty listens to my joints, she's probably ratchet and rude And all the trappers round the country gonna trap to these tunes Jail made me a little rusty but I'm back in my groove Voice of the streets, my name's stamped, got all the backing and proof Every day I tell my young bulls, "Keep safe" My little cuz all traumatised, dem boys turned their friends into weed strains The forty-four long, got the good range Had a ten right there, he still looked plain You was watching Raising Kanan when your boy was cooking 'caine