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Boy you a lil' pussy boy.

-Lil' pussy. -From the North to the South.

From the heart to the South. From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss.

From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split. From a bird to the bricks.

I'm the real deal shit. From the North to the South. From the heart to the South.

From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss. From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split.

From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.

Cutlass with the button, this 'Rari 2026. Twenty years later, nigga still in the mix.

I don't owe a nigga nothin' but I'm steppin' in the Rick's.

And I don't fuck with Joe Budden 'cause he be on a nigga dick.

Jacob watch one million dollars, that's what's on my wrist. Hawk dropped the whole label, but he still rich. I don't want no bougie hoe,

I need a hood bitch. And I don't want that old, I need that young raw shit.

And bet not nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks.

Billion dollar nigga still fuckin' thigh shit. Jackies got my trap pushin' like a mosh pit.

And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich. From the North to the South.

From the heart to the South. From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss.

From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split. From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.

From the North to the South. From the heart to the South.

From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss. From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split.

From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.

I'm laughin' at you suckers, y'all got funny money, buster.

I gave that bitch a hint to leave, but I didn't wanna rush her. Chopper straight from Russia. Country boy came from Augusta.

Pack cleared customs, now everything custom.

I don't care 'bout none of these niggas, I don't discuss them. Used to be a good girl, now that bitch disgusting.

What happened to that big mouth nigga? I hushed him.

Nigga thought he was untouchable 'til I touched him. And bet not nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks.

Billion dollar nigga still fuckin' thigh shit. Jackies got my trap pushin' like a mosh pit.

And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich. From the North to the South.

From the heart to the South. From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss.

From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split. From a bird to the bricks.

I'm the real deal shit. From the North to the South. From the heart to the South.

From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss. From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split.

From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.

What! Go!