Man of my Word

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You don't know what it took (IRoocOnTheBeat) You i- boy, then work (Nile, I hear you) (You made this sh-, Pharaoh) How she actin' funny? I bought her her titties Niggas she be fuckin' ain't none of my business Uppin' my quota, that's a part of my Fendi Don't matter where I'm at, bitch, I'm known for the trenches We the first niggas put drums in the city We rob the niggas put drugs in the city Fuck where you from 'cause I know that you with it Check on his ass, I'ma handle my business Trust you enough to fuck you more than once And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us If you talkin' about murders there's no hangin' up Run up on 'em (Bow), ain't no one-on-one I got the money so who I'm runnin' from I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun Before I buy pussy I'll buy a hundred guns Judge told me nigga died with my gun 2010 Reese said Ralph Lauren Died close, feel like he died in my arm Reinstated, they denied my bond A nigga play with Smurk, he not that smart Sucked it twice and I'm still not hard Niggas cry loud when they get in shock That nigga word don't stand on my block Fuck what you heard I'm the man on my block Stop playin' bitch, I'm Smurk Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch I got your Uber, I kept my word She a freak actin' like she a nerd No shirt when I'm off this perc They slide every time we heard Lost bro, I know it hurt We gon' catch em first We runnin' game on them boys, gotta sit out After I hit, tell 'em Amere, make her get out Hundred mil come and I still ain't gone chill out I'm really down, got show her how I get down Hard on the bitch, man, I should have been pimpin' Hard in these streets, the majority with me He can't be serious, you gotta be kiddin' me I'm really laughin', these lil' niggas temptin' me I get offended when niggas say, "Tap in" I brought the bro nem Celine just to trap in I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth I watch JB make a deuce do a backflip I know you really don't know, you just act hip I done took off for real, now how that feel? Bro ain't ever gon' change, I know that's real This one outta, here straight to the backfield I sleep good every night, now I'm happy How you go where you go? I'ma trappa fo real How you know what you know? I adapted fo real We too rich with the Fe, get this shit in the mail My lifestyle expensive, this shit high as hell Lil' Bro tryna score so I gave him a layup I gotta go somewhere, no, I can't layup Bitch stop playin', you betta not tell Stop playin' bitch, I'm Smurk Bitch get naked gotta put on my merch I got your Uber, I kept my word She a freak actin' like she a nerd No shirt when I'm off this perc They slide every time we heard Lost bro I know it hurt We gon' catch em first