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Imma have to kill this beat cause I just wanna strive
I don't rap for filler cause I always write my lines
If you hear me now just come right through you'll see me shine
Me and Enoch on the track you know that issa vibe
My life like a movie watch a boy just take his time
Gotta have fun, write this music, show the hunger that's inside
I was working, you was lurking cause I gotta keep this grind
Every time they say Finato all I got in me is pride
They know I rap, they know I talk, but I'm just a good guy
My heart in this, put faith it in my life has no rewind
Remember when we thought about the life beyond the lines
Let's just pull up, smoke some good dope, hit my line then we gone slide
Pull up make em run, hit my goons, told them to slide
.223s, glock 17s, and now these niggas wanna hide
Streets are silent, gang is violent, f*ck around might start a riot
Counting green while serving beef, now that's a street nigga diet
Niggas way too quiet, gotta pull up start a riot
My big brother hit my line told me he hope that I sign it
I will not stop going in i just gotta keep it poppin
Underground and underseas them boys know we on the watchlist
Pull up, uh slide, uh got 2 seats in the ride uh
Pull up to your block, wet it up, with the sprinkler, Aventador Powerglide uh
My opps, uh they died! Uh, they all had too much pride uh
They snitched on my boy - so I pulled up with the toy
Tryna ride my wave choppa hit yo ass like high tide uh
Me and Finato
We'll pop you like a Lil Xan - Diego
Big Soulja type shit with the draco
I'll give you a halo of you reach for my pesos
She's sniffing on white - wedos
Strapped like a dyke, she in the closet no Plato uh
No raccoon but I'll pull up with the rocket
If you f*ck with the plug, you'll get zapped no socket
It's too easy for ya boi I guarantee
Mess with me, you're dead to me, pour your blood like booze for dead homies
You don't own me, you just owe me
Got cheerleaders like I'm Omi
Rest In Peace Will Smit
King of the Waves, but you don't know me. R.I.P. Lil homie
Pull up make em run, hit my goons, told them to slide
.223s, glock 17s, and now these niggas wanna hide
Streets are silent, gang is violent, f*ck around might start a riot
Counting green while serving beef, now that's a street nigga diet
Niggas way too quiet, gotta pull up start a riot
My big brother hit my line told me he hope that I sign it
I will not stop going in i just gotta keep it poppin
Underground and underseas them boys know we on the watchlist