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I do this for the have and all the have nots
All the marble floors and roaches on the glass tops
If you working 9-5 or running mad blocks
If you the plug or you get busy on the laptops
I remember first learning bout my cash route
Running in the kitchen just a little mascot
I remember work cooking in a glass pot
My daddy like don't touch it boy that glass hot
Niggas don't be tough really they just act hot
Acting tough around here you get ya ass shot
You talking crazy off the Henny you'll get mad shots
Me and my niggas riding dirty we got mad opps
Gun on my lap I don't need stash box
My new bitch is fire I don't need the last box
Had to move I heard the cops watching the spot
Had to move I heard the cops watching the last spot
I remember when our ppl kicked our ass out
My Grandpa found that Trey pound and Nearly passed out
Another time I had to push him and move fast out
I'm Sorry grandpa but that bag with me had mad pounds
I'm sorry grandpa but that bag with me had mad pounds
I had to get it on the highway serving mad towns
Sleeping on my music so I gotta spaz now
Sorry for the wait I'm always late I'm in my bag now
I'm in my bag now
I'm in my bag now
I'm always late I'm always late I'm in my bag now
Sorry for the wait I'm always late I'm in my bag now
I'm in my bag now
I'm always late I'm always late I'm in my bag now
I'm always late I'm always late I'm in my bag now
Sorry for the wait I'm always late I'm in my bag now
WRITERS
Kareem Wilson
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