N***a Poetry lyrics

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Uh, you know how many funerals it was in the 'Raq last year? You couldn't imagine it
I used to sleep on pallets, that's no bap, one thing, got rich off rappin'
Straight-eight swervin' in traffic, that was before the deal, me and lil' cuz ProPadded it
All bad hoes, I smash 'em, come outside with your jewelry tucked, bronem snatch sh*t
I'm so rich right now, this sh*t is a blessin', I take care of mama and daddy
I'm so rich right now, this sh*t is a blessin', I take care of all my siblings
I'm so rich right now, sh*t got me mad, my grandma couldn't even see this sh*t
I'm so rich right now 'cause I'm Freddy crazy, come on, bro, you know I bleed this
Bronem ain't got no defense, I manifest and dreamed this
My dreams, of course I'm livin' 'em
You talkin' crazy, I hope you bulletproof
Word around town, we so slimy, you ain't just gangin' us, I'll probably shoot at you
Uh, bank account goin' through the roof, I already got three, need a lil' more room though
Uh, f*cked her with a Bathh T-shirt on, dippin' and dippin', I gave her a tombstone (Bathh, Bathh)
What you mean? Boy, I just killed it, after I hit it from the side, she can't take it for too long
Uh, me and bro back-to-back, we racin', I'm in the Hell thing gettin' that vroom-vroom
Uh, I'm a rich maniac for sure, but I tatted my face, now they thinkin' I'm too gone
Give me everything, b*tch, don't move wrong, that's what we on every day on Tuesday
Packed the whip, hit the road on Wednesday
Two hundred up, 12 o'clock on Thursday
When the cop car come, we burn 'em
I ain't f*ck her, no bap, her sh*t stink
Tryna text back, now I'm swervin', look what you did, made me f*ck up the rim paint
Ayy, I'm really rich, yay
He mad I f*cked his b*tch, ayy
He told, he Master Splint', ayy
Uh, 10 mil' clean sh*t like dishes
I spilled Tris stain on my denims
.223s spread like venom
Uh, we all pits, money sic us
Uh, duffel bags, we gon' get 'em
Ambulance, they gon' get 'em
He run, I chase, gon' get right with you
DOA, what the f*ck is a 'spital?
Got fans and opps, gotta watch my rear view
I don't f*ck with Percs, I watched bro throw one back and it f*ck up his mental
But I don't judge him, I already know how it go, broski, I stood over a vic' too
I don't go through pain, so I talk on beats and I go get tattoos
So all these n*ggas thinkin' it's a race, boy, if it's race, then I'm lookin' past you
In L.A. sippin' on some drank, talkin' to Juice WRLD, my crib got a statue of him
All these girls are the same, ain't know what he mean, but I know what he mean now
Go to the 'Raq once in a while, ain't gotta stay there, that's how you get squeezed down
Post tagged when I land in the 'Raq, still glide the bity, 10 mil' knock trees down
All the shorties comin' up in the 'Raq, I can damn near merch it, they wanna be me now
I ain't even buyin' no VVs, I'ma cop a plain jane, my sh*t still freeze, how?
Free Smurk, bro gotta get freed now
"FREE SMURK" do a million in a week now
Police keep tryna keep me down
Long live George, I can't breathe now
I smoked too much of the za, can't do KDs, I need three pounds
You weren't in that car dumpin' rounds, you can't hang with us, f*ck from 'round (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
When grown men try Twitter beef, I say, "I'm a rich f*ckin' child"
When that sh*t sink in they head, all that loud sh*t, they calm it down
Long rifle with a hundred-round mag, let a n*gga act crazy, gun him down
I got kicked out of my high school, let a n*gga act crazy, punch 'em down
Never really got into a blick-out, every time I slid, we threw 'em down
Hell nah, he ain't really no gang member, he just around 'cause he movin' pounds
GLE, one with a ho, just to keep sh*t cool, that Trackhawk too loud
Bloodbathh givin' out free smoke, hit a n*gga block quick, that Blackout too loud (Bah, bah)