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    Ayy, Panini, don't you be a meanie
    Thought you wanted me to go up
    Why you tryna keep me teeny? I
    It's a dream, he wished it on a genie
    I got fans finally, ain't you wanting them to see me? I
    I thought you want this for my life, for my life
    Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied
    Just say to me what you want from me
    Just say to me what you want from me
    Ayy, Panini, don't you be a meanie
    Thought you wanted me to go up
    Why you tryna keep me teeny now?
    Now they need me, number one on streaming
    Oh yeah, you used to love me
    So what happened, what's the meaning? I
    I thought you want this for my life, for my life
    Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied
    Now when it's all done, I get the upper hand
    I need a big Benz, not another fan
    But I still want you as a fan
    I'ma need to sit down, don't mean to make demands
    But I need you to...
    Say to me what you want from me
    Just say to me what you want from me

    2

    Woo, woo
    I pull up like
    How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
    How you pull up? I pull up (woo, Seth in the kitchen)
    Let's go
    Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
    With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo)
    My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo)
    You better let me go the day you need me (woo)
    Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo)
    And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
    It's safe to say I earned it
    Ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin'
    Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay"
    Don't make me push the button
    Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket
    Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
    I got a big drum, it hold a 100, ain't goin' for nothin'
    I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'
    Just talked to my mama
    She hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
    I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son
    Was always guaranteed to get the money (okay, let's go)
    She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
    She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga
    I'ma pull it out and shoot (boom)
    PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
    My daughter a G
    She saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
    And I'll kill another nigga too
    'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you
    Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different
    Daddy love you (yeah, yeah)
    Let's go
    Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
    With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo)
    My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo)
    You better let me go the day you need me (woo)
    Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (yeah)
    And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (yeah, yeah)
    Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
    'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'
    I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
    And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
    Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
    My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
    We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
    You fool me one time, you can't cross me again
    1200 horsepower, I get lost in the wind
    If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
    Maybach SUV for my refugees
    Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
    I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
    Had it on me, 30 thousand, thought it was my last day
    But they ain't even want no smoke
    If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote
    Let's go
    Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
    With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
    This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (woo)
    My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo)
    You better let me go the day you need me (woo)
    Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (woo)
    And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

    2

    If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
    If I hit it two times, then I like her
    If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
    It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    Tell your man pipe up, nigga pipe up
    Hunnit bands from the safe
    In your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Yeah, fuck with me and get some money (Yeah, ayy)
    Fuck with me and get some money (Ayy, yeah)
    Fuck with me and get some money (Ayy, yeah)
    Fuck with G and get some money
    No limit, I'm a fucking soldier, ayy
    Always lit, yeah, I'm never sober
    It's been three days in a row, your bitch coming over
    Told that bitch to kick rock, she act like it's a boulder, ayy
    'Rari, shopping, let me, cop it
    Always, poppin', hella, poppin'
    She's a bopper, homie, hoppin'
    Ain't no, stopping, album, dropping
    Got the city on fire
    Bitch lying on me like she tired
    I might have to fuck around and call Kamaiyah
    Hoe stirring up the pot, jambalaya (Young Gerald)
    If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
    If I hit it two times, then I like her
    If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
    It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    Tell your man pipe up, nigga pipe up
    Hunnit bands from the safe
    In your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Yeah, fuck him then I get some money, yeah
    Fuck him then I get some money, yeah
    Fuck him then I get some money, yeah
    Fuck him then I get some money
    I need tongue, I need face
    Give me brain, concentrate
    Apple phone, Prada case
    Kill a weave, rock a lace
    Fuck the Moet, buy the ACE
    Fuck the Ghost, drive a Wraith
    Get some money, flood the Rollie
    Fuck the Rollie, Patek face
    My career takin' off
    These hoes jogging in place
    Swear these hoes run they mouth
    How these hoes out of shape?
    Can you stop with all the subs?
    Bitch I ain't Jared
    If you really want some smoke
    You can pull up, you can get it
    Grab a hand full of braids, make a nigga eat me out
    Put a white boy on Sazón
    I might turn G-Eazy out
    Keep it G from the club 'til the end, from the start
    You know me, Cardi B
    Pussy poppin' on the charts, ah, ah
    If I hit it one time I'ma pipe her
    If I hit it two times then I like her
    If I fuck three times I'ma wife her
    It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    Tell your man pipe up, nigga pipe up
    Hunnit bands from the safe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    In your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Yeah, fuck with me and get some money, yeah ayy
    Fuck with me and get some money (Ayy, yeah)
    Fuck with me and get some money (Ayy, yeah)
    Fuck with G and get some money
    Yeah it ain't nice fam
    You could study where I'm from on my Viceland
    This is nothing new to me, this my life fam
    I can pull a million girls from my mic stand
    Pull one at my show 'cause I like fans
    Later on I got two in my night plans
    Man this year I got three hundred one night stands
    Keep a Costco pack of rubbers in my night stand
    Damn Daniel, back again with the, hah, Saint Laurent
    Ayy, they send me product, yeah it's retarded
    Ayy, this is free, ayy, bitch you brought it
    Bitch you on my dick, ayy, bitch get off it
    If I hit it one time I'ma pipe her
    If I hit it two times then I like her (I like her)
    If I fuck three times I'ma wife her (Wife her)
    It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    It ain't safe, it ain't safe
    Tell your man pipe up, nigga pipe up
    Hunnit bands from the safe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    In your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Yeah, fuck with me and get some money, yeah ayy
    Fuck with me and get some money (Ayy, yeah)
    Fuck with me and get some money (Ayy, yeah)
    Fuck with G and get some money

    2

    Yeah
    Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Spotlight, moonlight
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Spotlight, moonlight
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Feel like I'm destined
    I don't need no Smith & Wesson, no
    Girl, who you testin'?
    Fuck a Scantron, here's your lesson, oh
    Knife in intestine
    Takin' shots with all your brethren, no
    Feel like I'm damaged
    Feelin' like you fuckin' planned it
    All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
    Girl you know when you call, make me feel right
    All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
    Girl you know when you call, make me feel right
    Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Spotlight, moonlight
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind
    Spotlight, moonlight
    Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
    Shawty look good in the moonlight
    All these pussy niggas so bad mind

    2

    How much money you got? (A lot)
    How many problems you got? (A lot)
    How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
    Left you out to rot? (A lot)
    How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
    How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
    How many times you got shot? (A lot)
    How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
    How many times did you ride? (A lot)
    How many niggas done died? (A lot)
    How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
    How many times did you lie? (A lot)
    How many times did she leave? (A lot)
    How many times did she cry? (A lot)
    How many chances she done gave you?
    Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
    Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
    I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
    Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
    But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
    Break it down, I break it down
    I break it down, I break it down
    I break it down, I break it down
    I break it down, I break it down
    Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
    My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
    Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
    Then you went and wrote a statement
    And that really fucked me up
    My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
    My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
    I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
    But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
    How much money you got? (A lot)
    How many problems you got? (A lot)
    How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
    Left you out to rot? (A lot)
    How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
    How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
    How many times you got shot? (A lot)
    How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
    How many times did you ride? (A lot)
    How many niggas done died? (A lot)
    How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
    How many times did you lie? (A lot)
    How many times did she leave? (A lot)
    How many times did she cry? (A lot)
    How many chances she done gave you?
    Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
    Break it on down, I break it on down
    I break it on down, I break it on down
    Yeah, I just came from the A
    I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
    Before I left I stopped by to
    See my nigga 21 in the studio
    Yeah, two of his kids with him
    Right in the studio, that's when I knew
    You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
    Question
    How many faking they streams? (A lot)
    Getting they plays from machines (A lot)
    I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
    Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
    I never say anything (Nah)
    Everybody got they thing (True)
    Some niggas make millions
    Other niggas make memes (Hmm)
    I'm on a money routine
    I don't want smoke, I want cream
    I don't want no more comparisons
    This is a marathon and I'm aware
    I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
    I was never one for the bragging and boasting
    I guess I was hoping the music would speak
    For itself, but the people want everything else
    Ok, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
    You know what the outcome will be
    I'm batting a thousand
    It's got to the point that these
    Rappers don't even like rappin' with me
    Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
    And told me he sent me a spot on a new record he got
    He call it "a lot, " I open my book and I jot
    Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
    I picture him inside a cell on a cot
    'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
    Wondering if it was worth it or not
    I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
    Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
    Though I never met you, I know that you special
    And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
    Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my nigga
    I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
    I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
    When they thought that
    I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan
    They say that success is
    The greatest revenge, tell all your friends
    Cole on a mission
    Cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
    Before it all ends, nigga
    How much money you got? (A lot)
    How many problems you got? (A lot)
    How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
    Left you out to rot? (A lot)
    How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
    How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
    How many times you got shot? (A lot)
    How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
    How many times did you ride? (A lot)
    How many niggas done died? (A lot)
    How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
    How many times did you lie? (A lot)
    How many times did she leave? (A lot)
    How many times did she cry? (A lot)
    How many chances she done gave you?
    Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

    3

    As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothin' left
    'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long
    That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone
    But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
    Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
    You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
    Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
    I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
    As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
    Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
    On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight
    Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Look at the situation they got me facin'
    I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
    So I gotta be down with the hood team
    Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
    I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
    Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
    I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
    And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger
    Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away
    I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?
    I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?
    The way things is goin', I don't know
    Tell me why are we so blind to see
    That the ones we hurt are you and me?
    Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Power and the money, money and the power
    Minute after minute, hour after hour
    Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'
    It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
    They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
    If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
    I guess they can't, I guess they won't
    I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!
    Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
    Tell me why are we so blind to see
    That the ones we hurt are you and me?
    Tell me why are we so blind to see
    That the ones we hurt are you and me?

    2

    This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
    This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
    This that shit that have you chokin'
    And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)
    Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
    And my bitch got ass shots
    But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah)
    This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
    This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
    This that shit that have you chokin'
    And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)
    Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
    And my bitch got ass shots
    But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah, uh)
    Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real
    They ain't gon' shoot for real (they ain't gon' shoot)
    Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (rah, rah)
    I done hit his stains for real, uh
    Niggas ain't gang for real, uh
    Niggas go to jail and tell
    I done sent hits from my cell, damn
    Bad bitch posted my bail, uh
    Scream, "Fuck 12" (12)
    All these bales, came from the cartel (the cartel)
    They say I got mail, damn (I got mail, yeah)
    Who got nailed? (Who got nailed, huh?)
    That boy a trophy, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, boom)
    This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
    This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
    This that shit that have you chokin'
    And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)
    Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
    And my bitch got ass shots
    But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah)
    This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
    This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
    This that shit that have you chokin'
    And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)
    Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
    And my bitch got ass shots
    But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah, uh)
    I ain't gon' lie, that shit major, my hoes carry tasers (yeah)
    When it comes to this lil' paper, my shit come in pages (for sure)
    When I had to slow down on them drugs
    I had to go through phases (for sure)
    Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep them guns on stages (yeah)
    Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it but I cannot take it
    Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fake it
    I can't take it
    Hit a bitch, just hoe his ass
    Bro slide with a COVID mask
    Last opp, he overgassed (facts), smoke him
    Goddamn, he got backdoored
    Goose, goose, he overgassed (dope)
    Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)
    Fool, fool, them chains for the low (low)
    Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (bitch)
    This .22 smoke (dawg)
    Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go)
    Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a hoe (bitch)
    Fucked you, now he mad, he ain't know
    This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
    This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
    This that shit that have you chokin'
    And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)
    Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
    And my bitch got ass shots
    But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah)
    This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
    This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
    This that shit that have you chokin'
    And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed, yeah)
    Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
    And my bitch got ass shots
    But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah, uh)

    -4

    Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
    I told her, "Drop her jaws"
    And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls

    1

    I read this as the indian version :D

    0

    Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
    I told her, "Drop her jaws"
    And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls

    0

    nice, mr. p bacon

    0

    WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

    0

    for its position it says PG and C/PF no disrespect this card is amazing but the positions are weird

    0

    COTD congrats bacon

    0

    Damn I love that crispy bacon! And nice card

    0

    damn you came back.

    0

    what with the late night post?

    0

    wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

    0

    what is that font

    0

    barlow condensed

    0

    what site u use

    0

    google fonts

    0

    and nice anthony edwards card