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• Artiste: EST Gee
• Titre: Plug Motivation
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In the A where baby say it's whole things 'round for fifteen But he don't know the last year or so l been payin' twelve Gs Since last spring I been gettin' 'em cheap like I know Meech No sleep, pray this car behind me ain't the police It'll be a drought, I allow the industry to intervene I know how to do it good as I can rap a sixteen Clout with the dope fiends, know my dope clean In and out like the grocery, wrap a whole E You can vouch if you know me, know my phone ring In the streets platinum million units, dog, raw fentanyl A million missed calls, it's been a minute, I'm who they waitin' on Been involved, tinted window business, I'ma gеt him gone Tipped calls say I'm bendin' four fully ARs Shit nah, that ain't rеally nothin' to a big dog Switch cars, wipe the prints off, then it's ditched off Rich Paul, I connect the dots like a word cross Chris Paul, only difference, winnin' whatever team I'm on The floor general, throw the best lob, make sure you dunk the ball Thought he was turnt but he lied He changed on me first, so it ain't hurt when he died (Yeah, it ain't hurt when he died) This shit get worse over time (Damn, I hate the real me) The streets make you slime, John curt (Damn, I hate the real, damn, I hate the) But it ain't throwed off as it seem, shit, at least we don't drink green Shit, ain't least these phones ring, shit, at least we ain't police Shit, at least I'm good at readin' to see what's good and ain't for me And at least I ain't switch teams, when it was hard, I got T'd Turned my t-shirt to a ski, so don't be there when I leave Face to face, out of state, OT drawin' up a scheme Make this right and you go left, I got a map where it could lead Fail cap, rappers way back when trap was losin' steam So to get it goin', interview in post and speakin' on the kings Niggas don't buy no Bs, of course you don't know me I think niggas police, I think niggas owe me Yeah, I'ma make 'em show me, keep on bein' nosy It's some niggas hungry, whack you for a O-Z They don't need no Co-Ds, just a fast yolie I'm back drinkin' codeine, I'm back takin' RPs Damn, I hate the real me