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von xo

I′m back to the streets
And yeah I feel alive again
Thought it was game over but it was just a try again
I gotta win
But no how come I'm here to fight again
Already thinking vacations for a private spin
New born already sworn yeah to the platform
Left naked now I′m back with fashion and some tats on
Tried to lock em all swift
Forgot to keep the latch on


Been patiently waiting now I'm back to get my scratch on
6 More months I woulda pulled a whole way away
Bitches on dick now like it's fresh off a lay away
Still seeing haters I guess that′s what the mail say
Still pulling up so the haters can tell what the mail say
Because it′s
New things big bucks no loose change
It's crazy how I touch down and automatically the loot came
Popping up on scenes in something nice
In the coupe range

Bitches throwing ass like pitches so I Babe Ruth things
Before the pen I was striped up like a Yankee
Now my drive is full speed for the cheese like Lacy
As I run it back full speed for the 100 stacks spilling these cases
Like an unknown person with a hockey mask
Y′all don't know what y′all facing
Yeah I'm bad and I′m nice

I'm live collecting the price
I'm the difference in my city and to my people bringing em life
Yeah I′m still slanging that pipe
Used to be different bitches every night


Nowadays I′m a king with a queen suited up for my life
Yeah I'm repping Texas up in my section yeah popping bottles
Spending money with no limit got the
Club feeling like they won the lotto
No science class with the tongues I speak jewelry like Aristotle
Different cities yeah different condos
On maple leaves like I′m from Toronto
God damn
I ain't upgraded since back then
Alligator yeah gator skin

I′m seeing numbers like a scratch and win
God damn
Back then it was no diamonds still was shining
Now it's a hype trip bitches see the rocks and wanna climb
Used to be the one that they question about
Bout what I′m flossing bout what it's costing
Only thing you see is the wrist game
Cause the wrist game on the frosty
Real shining in high school no Lucky Charms no rainbow
Only thing fruity is the whip you can get a taste of that mango

On top like a Kangol
My clique is where no lames go
Mob style when we squad up
My family like Sopranos
Or a sport with Durango
With that blam quick I still ram shit
Did a bit and can't hold my weight up in the flesh
Here I am bitch