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[part i]

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse]
the draco in the front seat, i ain’t gotta pop the trunk
me and bro play with cards, but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no [?]
if you ain’t put in on this weed, don’t expect to hit my blunt
plug kicked out a bad batch, i brung it back like a punt
(damjonboi)
the draco in the front seat, i ain’t gotta pop the trunk
me and bro play with cards, but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no [?]
if you ain’t put in on this weed, don’t expect to hit my blunt
plug kicked out a bad batch, i brung it back like a punt
bro dropped some drank every day, he a drunk
this roll on me now to motivate, not stunt
where the money at? blue faces got me on a hunt
you can’t short me out a penny, i need all mines up front
i just had lil’ cuz sign up for a [?]
he ’bout to get a merching loan to get broke off when the bread touch
he gon’ take whatever i throw him, he ain’t got much
five checkbooks just came in, b+tch, i’m stocked up
i need all accounts that been active over six months
flowin’ off the head on the beat, i don’t gotta punch
pay my guys to come and step on you, i’ll get you stumped
your ho card got pulled five times, b+tch, you a punk
i ain’t worried ’bout you n+ggas, that’s what b+tches do
don’t no n+gga cross my mind, only revenue
these rap n+ggas know you comin’, kev, they scared of you
bossman, i call shots, i’m head of the troops
’bout to give you n+ggas jobs, i’m lookin’ for recruits
i’m hip you workin’ with the feds, i know y’all in cahoots
if that money on the floor, then it’s gettin’ scooped
they sayin’ ain’t n0body f+ckin’ with me, so it must be true
i’m the first n+gga walk and the last to go to sleep
’cause the money keep callin’, and it’s screamin’ out me
late nights and early mornings gon’ pay off, wait to see
unc’ say he look up to me and this n+gga thirty+three
he know i get a punch, get on a site and have a spree
they ain’t expect for me to live like this with no degree
i’ll throw some bullets at your ass like a qb
keep my dog with me, he riley, i’m huey
play the tough act all you want, it don’t fool me
you can catch the whole thirty rounds out this two+three
n+ggas out here tryna steal my style, i’m who they wanna be
everybody sayin’ your sh+t trash, and we all agree
[part ii]

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse]
when i’m punchin’, i don’t even check the price
i just add it to my cart, and then it’s comin’ overnight
me and you are not the same, we live a whole different life
this a pint of hi+tech, not a pack of bud light
i got into it with my plug ’cause he ain’t pack the bud right
these n+ggas praise me, but i am not jesus christ
this comin’ straight off the head, i do not need to write (i don’t)
leavin’ the crib to pick up, then i’m back out of sight (the only reason)
in three days, i can make ten off of [?]
sweatshirt by dior, i ain’t f+ckin’ with no kenzo
i’m on the east with some fake check stubs at lorenzos
ain’t no surprise you ain’t got sh+t, everybody know you been broke
got my b+tch with me and my glock in her chanel tote
i see why your b+tch d+ck suckin’, she rockin’ sh+ll toes
noticed you tried to be me, but you failed, though
i’m a one of one, you can’t do it, that sh+t dead, bro
bought up all the drank, got ’em askin’ where the red go
i got it just to stretch, i made a k!lling off the karo (i stripped)
don’t ask me to put you on, ’cause i’ma say no
i ain’t givin’ free game, but you can get it if you pay, though (on god)
everything about my lifestyle expensive
so from the clothes to the cars to the beats to the [?]
doin’ all the wrong sh+t, but i got good intentions
i just took my dirty money and invested into inches
my b+tch ’bout to pour up, she got a dog+ass vendor
put the money in her hands, she gon’ triple what i give her
your b+tch don’t got sh+t goin’, i’d figure
a broke b+tch was straight, turned off, i couldn’t hit her (i can’t do it)
two years with navy feds doin’ twenty bands
i’m tryna get rich off of these songs so i ain’t gotta scam
but i can’t take a petty deal, i am not no ham
i talk loose on every song, you hear what i’m sayin’ (every track)
every day, my name growin’ and my music expandin’ (every day)
you know me, i don’t know you, that mean you was a fan (fanned out)
i can tell you at your lowest, you in need of a hand
come up with a thou’, and come grab a bin for your band (come on)

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