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Deserve That Shit

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I'm a millionaire.

Cause I deserve this shit.

I struggled all my life, nigga.

I ain't going back.

I've been scripted out so long.

You don't want shit, nigga, hold on.

I just bought like four homes.

Watch them niggas, they'll fold on.

I put my yellow and white shit up.

Now I got them rolls going on.

Tell them niggas I don't do a fuck.

We can go to work, it's a roll-down.

I was asleep, God told me, wake up.

They shot my dog from the waist up.

I'm on the road, missing my kid.

There's some time I can't make up.

Killer season's on the beat.

There's some time I can't shake up.

Now I'm in the middle seat.

Face shot and some makeup I ain't never wanna be the king of Memphis Cause my big homie, he the king

And that was never my dream.

I am dead.

He deserve that shit.

For real.

Hey, big homie, you deserve that shit.

Real talk, I got a good bitch, and I deserve that bitch.

Yeah, buy my lil' nigga Whip, cause he deserve that shit.

When I get on that mic and do my show, the fans worth to ruin my shit.

I'ma have to buy my sad bitch a purse.

Cause she deserted shit.

Bitch, I want your cousin clothes right after you read this shit.

I've been scratched out so long.

You don't want shit, nigga, hold on.

I just bought like four homes.

Watch them niggas, they'll fold on you.

I put my yellow and white setup up.

Now I got them rolls, go down.

Tell them niggas I don't give a fuck.

We can go to work, it's a roll down.

I was asleep, God told me, wake up.

They signed my dollar from the waist up.

I'm on the road missing my kids.

There's some time I can't make up.

Killer season's on the big.

There's some time I can't shake up.

Now I'm in the middle seat.

Face shop and some makeup.

Man, this shit getting real.

I'ma keep it straight up.

My auntie snorkeling on the fields.

Late nights, you just stay up.

Working overtime trying to get a cake up.

I feel it.

Since I came up, them haters ain't lift they face up.

It kill them.

Tell the judge, free my nigga.

I can't stop till they home.

I've been on my own, taking care of my shit before I was grown.

On the block, serving cones.

If I ain't done, tell them to call my phone.

My dog said that hoe ain't shit.

So I had to leave the bitch alone.

I've been scripted out so long.

You don't want shit, nigga, hold on.

I just bought like four homes.

Watch them niggas, they'll fold on.

I put my yellow and white shit up.

Now I got the heroes going on.

Tell them niggas don't do a fuck.

We can go to work, it's a roll-down.

I was asleep, God told me, wake up.

They shot my dog from the waist up.

I'm on the road, missing my kids.

There's some time I can't make up Killer season don't be it There's some time I can't shake up Now I'm in the middle seat

Face shot, that's some makeup.

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