| Yeah
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| You lil bitch ass niggas steady speaking up on the low
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| If these project walls could talk
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| They’ll be just like 03, you dig?
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| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
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| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
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| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard
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| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
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| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen
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| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been
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| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend
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| I remember robbin' Paisas every other Friday
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| I remember money house, I’m selling out of molly
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| I remember in Atlanta talking pounds at Follies
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| I remember laying down bullets in my body
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| If you know you finna fold then get the fuck from by me
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| If you ain’t finna hold it down then you can’t be my crimey
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| Greedy get the guap and play the game but keep it grimey
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| I’ve been shot by who I love and told on by my family
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| I’ve been double crossed and bird fed
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| One time they sucker punched a nigga
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| Yeah they knocked me out like Ronda Rousey
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| Blindside you with this bullet if you come around me
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| Seen you at this party, was gon' hit you, you was fucking outie
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| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
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| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
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| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard
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| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
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| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen
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| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been
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| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend
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| Sim-simmer, who got the keys to the Beamer?
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| Who put that lean in two liters?
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| Dreadlocks like Beanie Man, I’ma red beam you
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| Hit your white whip up, you know I’m gon' cream you
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| Act in Lime-A-Rito's, it’s no Lime-A-Rita
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| Really sell killos and plugged in with migos
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| My dog Dark Jack, he stretch just like a regal
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| We get thumbs up when we ride past your people
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| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
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| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
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| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard
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| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
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| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen
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| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been
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| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend
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| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
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| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
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| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard
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| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
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| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen
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| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been
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| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend
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| And we do it for Lil Money, yeah
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| Long live Lil Money, oh
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| Money changes everything
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| I could never give a bitch a wedding ring, ooh, yeah
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| Rest in peace to all my niggas
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| GIP to all my killers, woo |