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Bas

"Fried Rice"

[Intro]
Milk

[Chorus: Bas]
Decisions I be makin' when I get paid
[?] gettin’ there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin’ there
Old b*tch she miss me [?]
But I'm over it though, had to block me her number

[Verse 1: Bas]
This from the latest collection my boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice, I done died twice, I got nine lives [?]
Vision blurry but the hindsight always 20/20, I see heaven or hell
Yeah, just to bust up the cell
Yeah, tell 'em come and give me f*ckin' non-violence when [?] make 'em sing like Adele
Heavy on me like a pound, singin' off key, get 'em off me
We on north streets for the money, n*ggas hit up Wall Street, had ’em boys ringin’ the bell
Ain't no [?] but my scale ready if this rap sh*t ever fails
Get me hot
Lebron taught me how to run a block, confidence is quiet I don’t talk a lot
I call my momma and I call the shots, I don't call these b*tches they just talk a lot
Cop a couple toys and we can make a play, now the driveway like a parking lot
Beware the dogs like the sign say I did it my way, I did it my way

[Chorus: Bas]
Decisions I be makin' when I get paid
[?] gettin' there
Money in my pocket barely fittin’ there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old b*tch she miss me [?]
But I'm over it though, had to block me her number

[Verse 2: JID]
Block, block, uh, block, look
You got a girl but she not like mine
She got a ass but she not that fine
Don't make a n*gga laugh
If I need the cash and the [?] before I grab and you might get [?]
Don't make a n*gga mad
Smack the f*ck out [?]
[?]
I'm with your hoe right now and she's a tall glass?
I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass
A little .40 in a booking bag, I put a bullet in your looking ass
[?]
[?] and d-d-damagin' my anatomy don't be mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin'
I'm an animal, an anomaly
Mar-mar-marijuana is the god in me, god in me

[Pre-Chorus: JID]
I get away just to get away, takin' the back-street roads
A couple days, maybe give or take, maybe I'm [?]
When I'm in the zone I'm in I'm ignoring your phone calls again
And phone off, d-don't talk, your phone, block block
You're on, switch off
The long lost lil n*gga gettin' it how he live
Hol' up

[Chorus: Bas]
Decisions I be makin' when I get paid
[?] gettin' there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there
Old b*tch she miss me [?]
But I'm over it though, had to block me her number

[Outro: Bas]
This from the latest collection my boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice, like it's fried rice
Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer
Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice, like it's fried rice

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