Real Rare (Freestyle) lyrics

[Chorus]
I was in the paddy wagon
Made bond, hopped in the Maybach
Me and my plug go way back
Ain't never lackin', I stay strapped
Takin' this pack 'cross state lines
Me and my daughter on FaceTime
Prayin' I don't get fed time
Tryna make an M 'fore the deadline
Cartier made my glasses
Sellin' that loud to masses
After my show hit the ratchet
I'ma smoke a n*gga like a Black & Mild
I no longer wear hand me downs
I know the jail wanna ban me now
Ain't no Glock gon' jam on me now
I'm only f*ckin' with family now
n*gga, this jacket is Moncler
n*gga, I'm solid, I'm real rare
Leave a pus*y n*gga in a wheelchair
Ain't got time to watch TV
Find a new source, he Geechy
Furnished my home from CP
n*gga my sweatsuit D&G

[Verse 1]
They done put me in a patrol car
They confiscated my AR
These n*ggas trash, gotta raise the bar
Did two shows, bought a foreign car
I was in the hole at a dig out
Droppin' them P's on my friend now
Two hundred hid at my b*tch house
Shout out my n*ggas in the big house
Shawty really listen, got a big mouth
Know my haters gettin' sick now
'Cause a young n*gga gettin' rich now
I'm the wrong one to hit a lick on
On the dark web with the Bitcoin
Run it up using them tradelines
Let it get stronger, it takes time
I was in Dekalb County
Walked outta jail to an Audi
Sellin' that gas so proudly
Hit it so good, she shoutin'
All these plants in my house
I don't experience no drought
Hit the blunt, had an out-of-body experience
Made 100k from a glitch with Experian
They like "where them bags at?"
I'm like "where them racks at?"
'Cause I really need that
Don't want swag, you can keep that
n*gga, I'm a boss, that's big facts
Servin' them moonrock and wax
Servin' these n*ggas with two straps
[Chorus]
I was in the paddy wagon
Made bond, hopped in the Maybach
Me and my plug go way back
Ain't never lackin', I stay strapped
Takin' this pack 'cross state lines
Me and my daughter on FaceTime
Prayin' I don't get fed time
Tryna make an M 'fore the deadline
Cartier made my glasses
Sellin' that loud to masses
After my show hit the ratchet
I'ma smoke a n*gga like a Black & Mild
I no longer wear hand me downs
I know the jail wanna ban me now
Ain't no Glock gon' jam on me now
I'm only f*ckin' with family now
n*gga, this jacket is Moncler
n*gga, I'm solid, I'm real rare
Leave a pus*y n*gga in a wheelchair
Ain't got time to watch TV
Find a new source, he Geechy
Furnished my home from CP
n*gga my sweatsuit D&G