Released on December 3, 2015

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Came from the way, where every day is winter time

Where any moment is dinner time

My life is like a pick-up line

And that pretty bitch is the finish line

All we ever wanted was nice things

You know the ones way out your price range

Got on the record and said the right things

Then sat back and watched my life change

The hoes never want you until you blow up

Now the same chicks that would diss that'd come over

Well how nice of you to show up

Throw some fertiliser at the bitch and tell her grow up

Destroy your rivals, body your idols

Spinning vinyls when niggas search for your vitals

No chance of revival, do it all for survival

And watch niggas that hated on you start feeling entitled

I inspire, you're expired

Show me the money and


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Wearing Jordan jerseys to court, hand on the Bible

Even bullshit charges need proper attire

Reign hearted, young, rich and lawless

Soon as my lawyer slam the case, I switch in the carter

Four and six shit, we on some sick shit

This ain't for Caitlyn Jenner, this ain't no bitch shit

This that stick talk, this that stick shift and play in your whip shit

Time to get rich shit

That get rich quick cause unrealistic

I'm with the misfits, grew up on fish sticks

We miss Christmas, then learned business

Sold dope, robbed and fraud [?]

One of my day one switched cliques

Fuck 'em, never need son, he's eclipse

Same old niggas, we used to trap together

I met Will Smith then got my act together

I prove myself before I lose myself

If you were worth the bullet, I would tell you shoot yourself

Played my new shit off the tape and had the party lit

Then Ye' shook my hand in the club and told me I bodied it

I was frozen like the Disney flick

Feeling like the king of my city, been on some Biggie shit

Got a wave and just counting down on my lift off

Riding through Atlanta with Chubby Chub and the 6 god

Funny, never thought I would say those words

Now I'm here to collect what I deserve

If you ain't part of La Familia, this table's reserved

Y'all boys got some nerve

Our dinners look like the mob, ended when you observe

Susan Bentley Horderves

Try and fail but never fail to try, truest words

No less than paid, be very afraid

For your sake, I hope when you see us, you're well behaved

Twin desert eagles, got 'em both engraved

I guess I still ain't learned from my mistakes

'Bout to go super saiyan, I'm sayin' I'm done with playin'

Kamehameha, we'll scrape your plate and then tip the waiter

It's the reps, fuck next, we need it now or later

Then doing favours, we prepared for anything but failure

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