3 Mill Rod - Banned 1's

Hilfigure slides button up buttoned up , bring it to the table pot of luck , what you cooked
My head been in them books , niggas shook half way crooks, 1 foot in the game pussy footing get you fucked ..
That heater on me tucked school shirt this school work , banned 1’s for my Lil bro that’s real heat ,
Ain’t never getting full on chill mode I still eat think this shit gone be my intro if you hear this feel me ,
They so senseless I be chilling with the mistress barbecuing chicken , eating salmon like a bear cus this shit finger licking ,
I’m on mission it’s impossible to miss me got that tommy on me cruising , peep the sky it’s vanilla
Gimme my Manila folder for my records I need it , this ain’t copied this original just call me adidas ,
I remember up in college had to wait on that refund and blew it all on dope , on the Keef I was chiefing
That’s not the only time I seen racks believe that , run it up so quick no scheming no ski mask ,
This flow that I got so heathen a demon , everything that’s mine I need that on demand and I know who got me relaxed no speed traps ,
Cus I know people so caneeving for green backs ..
He ain’t that we ain’t that tell me who we are my daughter 3 and reading ..

Succubus can't fuck with us this city on a hill
Lighting up the world idk who'll pay the bill
Icing her with pearls ain't gone make that bitch be real
Nigga lets be real I'm that nigga that you fear
Succubus can't fuck with us this city on a hill
Lighting up the world idk who'll pay the bill
Icing her with pearls ain't gone make that bitch be real
Nigga lets be real I'm that nigga that you fear

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