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These rappers not signed to millions, I'm tryna run up some digits. Them niggas they talking, they bitches. Them fuck niggas do not get it. You niggas is not even with it, you talking like you extendeds. You talking like you go get it, you talking like you get chicken. Hold up. Aye on the way, these niggas talking gay. I can't fuck with none of these niggas, all these niggas in Wilmington fake. These niggas talking like they get to the money, don't get no cake. These niggas gay

Niggas don't know they place, better know ain't shit safe. I'm in the Port with the killas gorillas and niggas that kick in the door where you stay. I do this for all my niggas locked up in the system and won't see a clear light of day. Hold up, wait. I gotta make me a play. I gotta make me a way. I'm coming at any nigga with a bad intention tryna block from whatever I say. I do this for Tay, Lee Lee, Demi, KK, Christian and that nigga Say. Bitch you cray, all in a young nigga face, told you I needed some space. Now let's pray, I'm bout eat up a beat, dear Lord I'm saying grace. Telling you thanks, giving up all my praise, pray to live another day