Make the crowd go wild and make em panic
Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic
I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
And every new sacrifice that i make
Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,
At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
I know what it take
Stored in his mind to make,
Blowin' that long beach
You gotta make a speech
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