[Intro - RiFF RAFF]
My main goal is to blow up, and then act like I don't know nobody

[Pre-Chorus - D-Pryde]
Man, I've been on
To have it all under control
Only fuck what you've been told
I done did it, let's get on. (You Dumb Bitch.)

[Verse 1 - D-Pryde]
All my boys got backup money, we ain't never had backup plans
If they hate the hustle, they got two backhands
And you haters fruity, no Toucan Sam. (You Know Bitch)
This clothing money got me going dummy, got a gang of bitches like Coyote Ugly
Call my phone too much, it's like I owe them money. (You Know Bitch)
Dirty Benz my [?], 'bout to blow [?]
We don't get involved with mother fuckers that be hefty, look at me
Swear I came up from a boy to a Man to The Boy, shits crazy, I done played a lot of roles
My everyday life be goals, your dream outfit on my everyday clothes
I'm getting bank roles, I'm getting bank roles, and I'm spending bank roles, and that's the shit
Effort-ly, I do it effortless, still dressing like I've been selling bricks.(You Know Bitch)
Asian Fucker getting white money, got your main girl wearing tights for me on my text messages
My sex preference is bad bitches only, bad bitches only, bad bitches know me, bad bitches homies
So I had to make these bad bitches blow me, I ain't never ever had a bad chick control me, that's a lie, my ex's all crazy
I really know I changed Jean, but I'm sorry man that's how the game made me
It's Plan A homie, I ain't ever made beef, but I've grown up, till we [?]

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[Chorus - D-Pryde]
I'm grown, I'm grown up
The whole squad done grow up, [?] done grown up
And we all done grown up, and I don't give a fuck about the other side
Gettin' money then we grown up, yeah they love me because I'm grown up
And we all done grow up, and I don't give a fuck about the other side

[Verse 2 - Danny Friendzone]
(Friendzone)
9 to 5 on the side, that's the come up. (That's The Come Up)
You ain't with it, you don't get it? Shut the fuck up. (Shut The Fuck Up)
In my set we grow up by the day. (Day, Day)
Forget the bitches, let's get paid
I show up, then I show well, but to give you bitches that low down
I'm on Biggie shit, that's Houston money
If you don't know, now you know now
I ain't got to lie about a single thing I do
Richvale gang, Dirty B Crew, they call the team waste, tell me what's new? (What's New)
[?] said fuck you (Fuck You)
Middle Finger in the air screaming fuck you (Fuck You)
Matter of fact, I just really had enough [?] (Fuck You)
If you got a fat ass, I'm gonna cuff you (Fuck You)
I don't even rhyme, but I'm making an appearance
If she got a man, then you know I'm interfering
White Boy saying to you Bitch [?]
Richvale clan, let them haters just hear it
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[Verse 3 - The Flan]
I don't gotta ask what you think about me
That's your opinion, fuck your perspective
I just had a couple hit me, that salute the hustle
After claiming they don't respect it (Man, fuck you mean?)
Ask around, since a kid a big opportunist [?] my pockets, take a different shape, and that's basically till they not congruent
Now, hold-up (Yea, hold-up)
I ain't ever listen when you bitches give advice out
The same once you get a power tool [?] lights out
Yea, hit the backspace for the bullshit, make sure you proof [?] you type out
And they don't give a fuck until you [?]
So I said fuck it, Imma put myself on, now the lights [?]
Damn, I don't practice I just play from mind
If you waiting on me, you just wasting time, and like a DUI test you need to stay in line, and that's real. (That's Real)
It was yours at first, but then I made it mine
If you want it back I need a date and time
I see them now and I really hate the signs, cause shit ain't really change but it change a lot. (Well)
If that make sense, It's why I really don't pay attention to your claims a lot yea, unless it make sense
Livin' on the edge, never bother with a plan A
Haters always wonder what the plan say
Can't do the same spot too long, I just peel off dog
I don't sick around like a bandage, straight up. (Yea)
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