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rubens pulling hundreds out the bag yeah he do this shit

richest in my city you know we rule this shit

yeah i caught a body but you cant prove i did

and while you sleep, took your wallet, to let you know i slid

discretely

every other one wanna be me

i am ahead of them, they cant see me

i took this fame, Built my name, and you got greedy

i had to do it to em

had to do it to em

had to do it to em

had to do it to em

Giving back to bro handing him band for band

He was here when you was not, thats a real man

and he slid when i asked him to

wasnt no bitch with no attitude

he got paid now hes building up his check yeah

got the ice you can see it on my neck yeah

this is real shit not no VVS nah nah nah

Give me your advice, wait sike, blah blah blah

blah blah blah

gimme good advice and i go blah blah blah blah

i richer than you and you and you and you and you and you and you and your mom

thats why i write every word i do and then i make it a song

you can hate or love or shame or sum but i still made it happen

Ruben got the bread in the bank yeah i know it

he know to keep it hidden cause its bad to show it

and im writing on this beat man i feel like a poet

i might go to fast i just might have to slow it

might have to slow it down

slow it down

slow it down

might have time slow it down