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 Closest ones to me want to see me in a box 
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods 
My son's mother don't know when or where to start 
All the years that I known her, trick never had a job 
Unemployed that'll get a bitch depressed 
But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with finesse 
I took a turn pussy boy, pick up a book and learn 
Have your ass in a church before I end the verse 
Rims on the whip got it looking hypnotic 
Stuffing money in my pockets as you niggas watching 
Crocodile python, all my ice on 
And ain't nobody fucking with me while the mics on 
She so ecstatic when I fuck her with the lights on 
I feel the same when my niggas send the kites home. 
[Hook] 
Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper? 
They want the deeds to my fruit of labor 
Every time I turn around 
Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown 
Ten million was the last check 
Devil on the deal, the nigga death in debt 
They want to own every thing I own 
They sends drones to survey my home 
Suits designed to protect my wealth 
Bloody glock 40 to protect myself. 
Cubans on my neck looking like a python 
On the couches I'm the one they got their eyes on 
Skip your name, now they want to know your tax bracket 
Tell 'em that you with me and the pussy's automatic 
I paid dues in these streets 
I gave so much I got nothing to lose in these streets 
Family asked me am I in illuminati 
Beat twenty cases like john gotti 
White man fear a nigga with a free mind 
And if you disagree tell him that he can free mine 
Took my rolex and gave me an ankle monitor 
So many angles these haters'll start popping up 
Renounced my citizen and move to singapore 
Couple tax breaks all accounts offshore. 
[Hook] 
Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper? 
They want the deeds to my fruit of labor 
Every time I turn around 
Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown 
Ten million was the last check 
Devil on the deal, the nigga death in debt 
They want to own every thing I own 
They sends drones to survey my home 
Suits designed to protect my wealth 
Bloody glock 40 to protect myself. 
She fell in love with the flow, such a beautiful stroke 
Fascinated allegation kilo grams of that coke 
Roll with 25 and never knew his social number 
Mac-11 for that gucci belt to go up under 
Black man's pride, see it in my eyes 
Fayette county prosecutor want to take a nigga house 
So much disdain for the police 
Clan rally niggas swing from them old trees 
Wood wheel in the wraith and the skinny ties 
Crocodile python seats and the carbon fiber 
Hot boy, stash box. and the gas tank 
Man of leisure to the top I took the staircase. 
[Hook] 
Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper? 
They want the deeds to my fruit of labor 
Every time I turn around 
Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown 
Ten million was the last check 
Devil on the deal, the nigga death in debt 
They want to own every thing I own 
They sends drones to survey my home 
Suits designed to protect my wealth 
Bloody glock 40 to protect myself. 
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