Rap song lyrics

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Goin up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up!)
Bently truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could’ve been a goner (up!)
I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain’t no persona (up!)
Richard millie on my wrist, oh s–t, n—a, you say what you wanna

Slide my Rolls-Royce through the hood, that shit look good like right on
Get your own salon, your hair done when you want from now on
Tell the police I don't do nothin', I been sellin' these songs
Ain't puttin' no cap inside my rap, ain't too much leadin' you on

 We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

I can't decide if I'ma cheat the bitch or I'ma leave the bitch
Looked at my watch and see you freezing, bitch
You know I'm stinking rich
I keep a job for every season, bitch (I keep a job)
I'm out here tweaking, bitch

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