Rob and kick door
That's fashitsho, Maxo
Okay
Early thirties, toting .30s, came a long way from them kick doors (uh-huh)
Now I sell out shows, remember days I used to ship bos, huh (uh-huh)
Rob and kick door, yeah (what?)
Just to get dough, huh (hey)
Now I'm rich though, yeah (Maxo, hey)
That's fashitsho (Maxo, hey)
Persona Matty boy, I'm rocking chrome to the bone (uh-huh)
Nigga, this aint that, I put that chrome to your dome (baow)
Rob and kick door, yeah (hey)
Just to get dough, huh (Maxo)
Now I'm rich though, yeah (hey, okay)
That's fashitsho
In my early thirties. mama told me act my age (uh-huh)
Granny tell me do the same, nothing changed but the change
Now I push that matte black Lambo, used to push that matte black Range
R.I.P. to Money Du, Persona chains for your name (that's right)
Made it to a corporation, police saying it's a gang (fuck 12)
Told a yellow bitch I love her, she insane with the brain
She got good throat, yeah (uh-huh)
we don't kiss though, huh
I don't trick though, huh (say what?)
That's fashitsho
Early thirties, toting .30s, came a long way from them kick doors (uh-huh)
Now I sell out shows, remember days I used to ship bos, huh (uh-huh)
Rob and kick door, yeah (okay)
Just to get dough, huh (ay)
Now I'm rich though, yeah
That's fashitsho
Persona Matty boy, I'm rocking chrome to the bone (chrome to the bone)
Nigga, this aint that, I put that chrome to your dome (put that chrome to your boom)
Rob and kick door, yeah (what?)
Just to get dough, huh (break it down)
Now I'm rich though, yeah (bring it up, send it up)
That's fashitsho (send it up, hey)
Mama hit my phone like, "Pumpkin, why you actin' dumb, nigga?" (hello?)
Like why you on the road with all them guns and all them young niggas? (mam, what?)
A leader and a teacher, gotta make sure they don't crash
I'ma show them life is bigger and I'ma put 'em on some cash (okay)
I ain't never have an older nigga show me the ropes (uh)
Everything I had before the rap came from sellin' dope (uh-huh)
Remember days inside the trap ain't had no crap, was sellin' junkies soap (trap)
Now it's Virgil, Louis V, it's thirty thousand for my coat (say what?)
Early thirties, toting .30s, came a long way from them kick doors (grrt, boom)
Now I sell out shows, remember days I used to ship bos, huh (ay, what?)
Rob and kick door, yeah
Just to get dough, huh
Now I'm rich though, yeah (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
That's fashitsho (Maxo)
Persona Matty boy, I'm rocking chrome to the bone (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
Nigga, this aint that, I put that chrome to your dome (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, what?)
Rob and kick door, yeah (hey, yeah)
Just to get dough, huh (Maxo)
Now I'm rich though, yeah (hey, hey)
That's fashitsho (hey)
Maxo, Maxo Kream
Clicc gang, bang
Big Persona shit
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