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Pardon (feat. Lil Baby)

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Pardon (feat. Lil Baby)

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June, you're a genius

Hitmaka

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to takе a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road ragе

Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it

Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy

We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated

Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me

I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me

They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see

I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me

Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I'm from

Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf

Work, wonder what's up under my shirt

Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched

Nigga, Tip been solid, speak against his name in the hood

And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin'

But moments in the past just made me who I am

That's why I don't run from it

Keep it one hunnid', anyone who don't like it, then fuck 'em

Get a little money then double level

Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope

To Puff Daddy standin' with in Chinchilla

Road run, Rubberband Man

Made a hundred mil' off of fifty grand

Well, Goddamn, my suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch

Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin

I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview

I got people askin' me: What the fuck done got into you?

I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due

Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts

Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house

We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out

I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out

Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't

How you make the gun go on safety? It don't

You that young turnt nigga, baby, for shit, sure

Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro

Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat

Heard a nigga say he want smoke

Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more

I ain't really up for no arguin'

Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin

Shut up, sucka nigga, get up

Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up

Foreign, automotives all in my lawn

Yawn, did this so long it's gettin' borin'

Trapped into the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle

Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now

You know we ain't with the hype, a million on the mic

Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like

I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white

When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics

Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid

Fuck what all them other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin'

Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it

Started sellin' crack for employment

Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent

Get the suckas out the way and get rich

Blockin' my path, boy, the. 40 Kal start barkin'

Like my nigga DMX in this bitch

I'm a vet at this shit, and all I ever been was authentic

Twenty years I been handlin' my business

Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies

Buyin' everything on the west side of the city

'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about Tip

So what I care 'bout what you got to say to Tip?

Nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside totin' carbon

With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon

I just put the Patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

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