M.P.R.

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(Produced by Otavi Locke) [Hook x8] I gotta get it, money, power, respect, nigga [Verse] Opiates seeping through my pores while I'm flooring it No stash box for the Glock, my lap where I'm storing it Used to move weight through the country but now we touring it Activis drought, but still I'm pouring it Had a hunnit fifty pints tucked in the back of ya baby mother brib You can't compare me to nothing, I'm on some other shit You meet the bitch and you cuff her, that Danny Glover shit We pop some pills then we fucking, that xanny lover shit I play the block with my youngins, they on that thirsty shit But cool, calm, and collected, tucking them thirty clips Do what I say, they just waiting to twerk them dirty sticks My fit cost me two thousand, but got on dirty kicks Fuck all that birdy shit, nigga, I got like four jacks And even when it's a shaky day, they make four racks In highschool me and Nox was trapping out four acts And even then it was nothing to let that four clap But now I'm tryna get my act together In the booth now, tryna get my raps together But it's obvious that niggas gotta pack berettas Cause these fuck niggas like to roll in packs together But they don't know, a nigga like me been ready to die I don't give a fuck, higher than Jesus, ready to fly 'Lotta niggas wanna put they hands on me, but never tried Cause a nigga know, they put they hands on me they gon' fry [Hook x8] I gotta get it, money, power, respect, nigga
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