Cut To The Chase

Swish I just lost my dawg Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag Get right in the field I had to make a bag The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs 'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet I vow to always ball until I fall And we been on this money shit for years Gotta drink this mud to make the pain go away I been dropping these codeine tears Praying Roddy Ricch don't go insane today We was in the high speed like fuck the static He wanted the Rollie, I wanted the Patek Gotta get this safe my nigga fuck around and drag it I done seen a lot of shit behind these glasses, yeah My life goin' through many different phases Gotta keep the gun on me can't go too many places Rented V12's just to mimic drag races Nigga we was bag chasers before we had braces I just lost my dawg Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag Get right in the field I had to make a bag The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs 'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet I vow to always ball until I fall Got the Burberry jacket and an Ace of Spade Get a hunnid racks, I gotta make it today Gotta get a tennis bracelet, punchin' you right in the face My dawg looked out for me when I ain't have nothin' Pass on 30, then he put up in a Jag' or somethin' When the opps seen him pull up cold, nigga, they was mad or something We was countin' them hundreds back in Steelo's crib I wanted to drip with my brother in Valentino for real Remember I was talking to him on the jail phone on Christmas Said when he get out we gon' add the check up like arithmetic If you try to rob a nigga I vow to get the stick I might slide on a nigga like a rip stick I don't know why all these legends always gotta die young, yeah Nigga gotta cut these snakes up out the grass Out of everybody I suspected you last We supposed to take all these flights first class I just lost my dawg Nigga, my brother taught me how to chase the bag Get right in the field I had to make a bag The day he lost his soul, wish I could take it back I just wanna go get one mo' bag wit my nigga Wanna be rich forever for my dawgs 'Posed to take you on you first trip on a private jet I vow to always ball until I fall Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Long live my brother

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