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key wane - the path lyrics

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
i was young with champagne wishes and vivid visions
of the bad b-tches and 6’s, kitted up with the windows tinted
you already know the path i chose
searchin’ in my mama’s house on where to stash my o’s
i be blunt with these b-tches, i don’t gas them hoes
we all eatin’, you ain’t eatin’ like you fastin’ hoe
don’t let snakes in my circle, phonies have to go
my life a movie, i be careful what my caster know
i’m a hustler baby, yeah that’s for sure
if rap don’t blow, it’s simple, guess who’s back to blow
taxin’ for o’s, jewels on matchin’ my clothes
stackin’ my dough, spendin’ the lease and stashin’ the most
my fans love me, after every take they askin’ for more
so i gotta keep it comin’, i gotta feed ’em somethin’
but i can’t rush the product like these other rappers
it’s been quality over quant-ty, even as a trapper
i rather be that n-gg- that pop up with the goods
than that n-gg- known for puttin’ bullsh-t throughout the hood
b-tches shake that cross my mind, while i flex in the coupe
only day one’s around, we ain’t acceptin’ recruits, n-gg-

[verse 2: molly brazy]
i gotta take it all, i’ma be the biggest hoe
to my n-gg-s to your hoes, you balenciagas that you ain’t even know
yeah, y’all be tryna save these hoes, i’m tryna run it up, not finna baby hoes
the attention, i can’t even pay these hoes, rest in peace my auntie, she be slangin’ though
my og, she told me to get it, you ain’t even touchin’ chicken, admit it
you perkin’, you trippin’, don’t get caught up slippin’
lil n-gg-, you barkin’, you can’t pay the ticket
the n-gg-s i have ’cause i really was with it
don’t look at the price, if i want it, i get it
boss thing in the gang, you never was in it
you new to the game, you love molly, been did it, n-gg-
all my sh-t sell, b-tches wanna see me fail
yeah, they cryin’ out for, i got goons i call
won’t work and that’s hard, they gon’ fall hard at the top
comin’ and shoot up your block, we lookin’ for ops
to my young n-gg-s who runnin’ your spot
f-ck with the money, no b-tches cannot
hire ready killers but n-body shot
came up in the money, you flop
my lil n-gg-s sellin’, that be on the block
these lil n-gg-s tellin’ they sh-t hot
don’t try to f-ck with me when i’m at the top
all that hatin’ sh-t come to a stop
keep up with the goofy sh-t, you gon’ get dropped
if i ever get caught, i’ma bust up at the ops

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