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Ty James

"No Option"

I came from the streets man So I had no option
If you ain’t getting money
We ain’t got nothin in common
b*tch we eating steak now
We not eating Ramen
It ain’t nothing sweet
When I ball like Dennis Rodman
I ain’t wanna do it to em’
But I had no option
f*ck yo b*tch and pass her to my n*gga Like I’m Stockton
Oh you wanna be my friend Cause I’m poppin’
And I just ran up the bands It’s never stopping’

I look in the sky and see myself b*tch I’m a star
I look at the beat and see myself Cause I’m going hard
My balenci and givenchy got me feeling special
b*tch I drip like Michael Phelps I think I need a medal
All these b*tches saw me come up, Now they wanna date me I can’t f*ck with shawty, Unless shawty drive a Mercedes Everybody love me but back then they used to hate me Ballin’ on these n*ggas like my name Tracy McGrady
I got all the sauce, lil b*tch I’m steady drippin’
I done came up hard, now these n*ggas acting different n*ggas never cross me like they don’t believe in Christian I done put in work, I was the first to see the vision

I came from the streets man So I had no option
If you ain’t getting money
We ain’t got nothin’ in common
b*tch we eating steak now
We not eating Ramen
It ain’t nothing sweet
When I ball like Dennis Rodman
I ain’t wanna do it to em’
But I had no option
f*ck yo b*tch and pass her to my n*gga Like I’m Stockton
Oh you wanna be my friend Cause I’m poppin
And I just ran up the bands It’s never stoppin

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