AcitoMusic - Going Global

I've been going global with this Shit They can finally feel it, Nigga, I'm mogul in
This bitch They can really hear It, nigga,
I done gave
Game Every line, every song
Shippin' Mary Jane, It was Headed to your home Want the Rollie plain, I ain't pressed
For the stones I done got lit off Of bowls in my home
Real trapper, I spin the shit I Ain't stingy, niggas actors
Telling all the plugs, come get With me, trap pastor
You can hit a soul in this shit With every line, you gon' wanna Bowl from
This shit With all my grind, I be Reachin' goals from
This shit With every dime, I Done Put my soul in this
Shit She a real bitch, if she Fuckin' You while
You was broke She a real bitch, if She backin' you and gave
You hope Yeah, that's a real Bitch, She done see you
Runnin' up some more Yeah, That's a real bitch, she done see Some
Shit and kept it low T-R-A-P, Young trap star
You can go ahead, delete the T, Young rap star
After everything I did for niggas, Go ahead, act hard
I be peepin' all the shade, I done Did it for my dawg
Everything I do is large, bro, I Told you we gon' ball
Niggas hate it, but they flawed I Done waited for the ball, I done Waited
For the ball I done waited for the Ball
I done did it for my dawg I done Did it for my dawg
I'm goin' global with the shit They can finally feel it, nigga, I'm Mogul
In this bitch They can really hear It, nigga, I done gave
Game Every line, every song
Shippin' Mary Jane, it was Headed to your home
Want the Rollie Plain, I ain't Pressed for the stones
I done got lit off of bowls in my Home Real trap star
Real rap star Real trap star
Been showin' niggas how to Dress, I know I'm fly
Been ran it up, I gotta check let's Spend, this five
Go OT for a vacay, bitches actin' Crazy
Say she want my baby, that can't Be my lady
Every day a payday, money make You lazy
Sellin' Slim Shady, I can get you Faded
I done sold it all, but it left some Scars on my heart
Really a good dude, but it's like My dog took a bite from my heart
Every time I got slimed out, it Broke my heart
Now I never try to play the field, I move smart
Tryna stack every trip hella high For when it's dark
I'm the soul of the trap, I know They hate that part
I'm goin' global with this shit
They can finally feel it, nigga, I'm Mogul in this bitch
They can really hear it, nigga, I Done gave game
Every line, every song
Shippin' Mary Jane, it was Headed to your home
Want the Rollie Plain, I ain't Pressed for the stones
I done got lit off of bowls in my Home Real trap star
Real rap star Real trap star
Real rap star

Written by:
Mark Lee

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