| got shot, had got stabbed
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| You ain’t come through, bitch, clear the path
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| You can’t count me out, you can’t do math
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| She hate my niggas, they too wild
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| I just pulled up, in a droptop 'Rari
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| This is VLONE on my truck, hello Bari
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| Mommy, if I made you cry, then I’m sorry
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| Granny, I didn’t mean to sneak out to them parties
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| Baby, I ain’t mean to hurt your heart, girl, I’m sorry
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| All my life, I’ve been in the fuckin' dark
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| We was goin' dumb, but I’m really a smartie
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| , girl, I got real
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| Green dot, mean Luigi, yeah, uh
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| Shawty wanna act tough
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| Told her back up, come see me, yeah, yeah, uh
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| I got all this Figi, yeah, uh
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| I don’t never cap none
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| Got my racks up too easy, yeah (What up, Foster?)
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| Now I got a big bank
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| I’ma talk my shit 'cause my shit stank, like yeah
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| She like how my wrist blang
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| Told the bitch don’t drown in my fish tank, like yeah
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| I don’t do the bitch games, yeah
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| I’m only gon' switch lanes, oh, yeah, uh
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| They niggas was talkin', no, oh, yeah, uh
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| I walk in the party, I smoke, stay strong, yeah, yeah
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| You think you is smart, don’t play on my phone
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| I know I’ma die alone
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| I walk in the stu' and I right my wrongs
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| At night I get high alone
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| I loosen the screw just to find my tone, yeah
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| Whole world on my shoulder, yeah
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| Hold on, gettin' colder and colder and colder
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| I’m just getting older, uh, yeah, yeah
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| Shoutout all my soldiers, my soldiers, my soldiers
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| Remember when I told ya, we never needed no love
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| None of these niggas gon' show up, but most of them gon' fold up
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| I went and got my pros up, my hoes up, I glowed up
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| They mad a nigga blowed up, I
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| I stunt as I breathe
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| I spend these hundreds with ease
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| She don’t mean nothin' to me
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| You’re just now fuckin' with me
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| I was not fuckin' with me
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| When shit got down bad, I believed
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| My body was down bad with some weed
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| Now I’m out of town, back in a week
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| Ooh, I gotta leave
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| Kept me out with a cup of
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| Had to eat with a couple G’s, ooh
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| And I got double G’s on my feet, I ain’t rockin' double C’s, ooh
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| And the money keep pilin', smilin'
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| Ooh, this lil' nigga wildin', uh
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| But my style ain’t free, no
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| And my style ain’t cheap, no
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| Shawty gon' fuck for the free balls
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| Fall in love with a G, oh
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| We can thug in the street, oh
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| What’s wrong? |
| I’m on, so long
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| You wrong, I’m on
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| I’m on my own
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| You call, I don’t, yeah, yeah
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| Whole world on my shoulder, yeah
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| Hold on, gettin' colder and colder and colder
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| I’m just getting older, uh, yeah, yeah
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| Shoutout all my soldiers, my soldiers, my soldiers
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| Remember when I told ya, we never needed no love
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| None of these niggas gon' show up, but most of them gon' fold up
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| I went and got my pros up, my hoes up, I glowed up
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| They mad a nigga blowed up, I
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| I stunt as I breathe
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| I spend these hundreds with ease
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| She don’t mean nothin' to me
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| You’re just now fuckin' with me
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| I was not fuckin' with me |