Call this the money shot
We popping bottles, it don't stop
No, nobody's getting shot
That cellphone that i bought
Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle
Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble
Coroners comfort your mama
Dead , shot etc
Not giving you my best shot
King of the club, i bet you can’t top
Swore i was a big shot
Bring the keys, oh my god
Lambo, roscoe, no street code
On top of that, i’m broke
When i was 11 got the toolie thick
Jump posing a kong-fu kick,
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