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Said, Merryanna, it's been so long since you texted me I started movin' reckless plus I know what you expect from me I'm stuck on marijuana, guess it's better than the ecstasy Hard times just kept on testin' me, I know you want the best for me Yeah, I seen the whole city change Linkin' up niggas, can't find them a hit, wanna shoot like I stay in the range Two or three mill' on my neck, nothin' boof, can't salute to you playin' those games Flyin' private through Italy, Spain, brand new Bubba, four-hundred, it's plain I'm just poppin' my shit 'cause niggas be knockin' my shit New York city, I'm the top of the list I'm gon' clear the party if a opp in this bitch I'm trench kid from the mud, livin' the way that I'm livin' shouldn't give you a grudge Inde' flow, fuck it, gon' flood Better off mindin' your business, give no fuck who judge Ten figures tucked in the safe, I see the internet hate On my mother, that shit never be in my face Niggas be fluky and lame, pressure come down, they gon' break I know these bitches don't love me and they only chasin' the pape' Knee deep, baby Traumatized, it ain't no deep sleep, baby Know I'm scorchin' hot in these streets, baby Still gotta keep it, I got deep beef, baby Haters mad 'cause they want piecey, baby They be plottin' to decease me, baby Fucked up trauma, gotta teach me, baby I'm not tryna do you greasy, baby Yeah, yeah (yo, Adin, shut the fuck up) Why would I worry 'bout trolls when I'm in the studio focused on goals? Platinum, new records unload, whenever I miss, fuck it, shit'll go gold Couple thou' on my toes, I'm known for the steppin', I'm pushin' the Rolls They tried to leave me on hold, I went independent, I'm breakin' the code Money war, don't you provoke Sign to a nigga that spit with some niggas that signed to a nigga, you jokes City been dry for a minute, been lookin' type finished, tryna keep it afloat Fuck it, I'm labeled a villain, that's just how I'm feelin', you play with a goat And my album just went number six so get off my dick, you niggas just mad When the police tryna touch me, I spit, that shit give me icks, they say I did bad Why the real keep on comin' in last? Stand on morals, they gon' say you crashed Should've been in the Garden so I could tell Harden, The Knicks put the belt to your ass They gon' turn up if you understand me, fuck it's Max? Bitch, I smoke out the Grammys (she went through that phone, damn) Show me you rich, streamers be mad when you fuckin' they bitch Went through that phone, now that boy makin' fits If you knew how I'm livin', I'm humble as shit Humble as fuck, bet I'ma buck King of my city, who tellin' me what? Someone hit Ella and tell her that I wanna fuck The money here, keep it a buck, she know what's up But back to the melody, stuck in the deal from yours mans Your bitch fuckin' niggas who scam and I'm just here thinkin' like, Damn Look at these backends, they hittin', like, damn Stuck in the deal though, you niggas like, damn Number six inde', he still goin', damn Knee deep, baby Traumatized, it ain't no deep sleep, baby Know I'm scorchin' hot in these streets, baby Still gotta keep it, I got deep beef, baby Haters mad 'cause they want piecey, baby They be plottin' to decease me, baby Fucked up trauma, gotta teach me, baby I'm not tryna do you greasy, baby Yeah, yeah