| I had to go black for a moment, no IG
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| I wasn’t in these streets
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| Man, I couldn’t tell my friends from enemies
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| It was all good, I was off them perccy’s, sipping lean
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| 'Til my mind told me stop, or you ain’t gon' hide anything
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| Anything
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| You ain’t gon' hide anything, yeah
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| You ain’t gon' hide anything
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| My man told me stop, or you ain’t gon' hide anything
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| I know for my niggas I’d do anything
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| 'Cause I love 'em
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| I won’t take credit for anything
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| I know niggas that’s gon' take credit for everything
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| Niggas always take from you, ain’t give you anything
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| Them your enemies
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| I done so much in these streets that I been a G
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| I just might kill me a nigga off Hennessy
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| I think I might be too real for the industry
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| And when I die, I just hope they remember me
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| I was the flyest lil nigga in class
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| I was the one who stood out in assembly’s
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| I seen my niggas die before my eyes
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| So I’m the last nigga to show you some sympathy
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| Cock my shit back, blow it 'til it’s empty
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| And I commit murder if you would tempt me
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| Fuck bitches, leave 'em, make 'em resent me
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| Bitch, I’m a sinner, I’m not repenting
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| God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been
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| Give a nigga the whole thirty, amen
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| Probably shot a nigga for gas, fucking with them xans
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| If you ran, got shot in the back for playing
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| Shouldn’t of moved, I’m just saying
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| That why I’m probably playing
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| Boy don’t front your move, watch what you saying
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| That might be his man
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| Running your mouth
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| Then wonder why they shot up your house
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| Open your mouth, fuck nigga, you a man or a mouse?
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| Family always calling me 'cause I’m the man of the house
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| In a sense of emergency, I’ve got a man to arouse
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| Thirty on 'em now
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| I can’t break a sweat, bitch
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| Thirty on me now
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| You see what’s on my neck, bitch?
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| Thirty on me now
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| Diamonds look like blaow
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| Got your bitch, wanna fuck me now
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| Thirty hit like blaow
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| I’m the shit like Colin Powell
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| I went to Bouchet, I ain’t go to Powell
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| Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild
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| And big bro just beat two bodies
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| Still ain’t shit then get you bodied
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| And I got on Chanel deodorant
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| I might pull up in Maserati
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| I rap street shit like I’m Hov on 'em
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| Still go fast like kamikaze
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| And I go move to any state
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| Keep foreign shit in my garage
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| That mean I might be me, you not
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| You want me, bitch?
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| Bring my deposit
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| Ay, G Herbo
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| You already know what the fuck it is, man
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| Humble Beast, swervo
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| You know?
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| This record man, I’m tryna go down in history, if I ain’t gonna be the greatest,
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| Ion even wanna do this shit
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| For’real, like for’real, for’real
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| That’s why, y’know what, they ain’t no fly by night shit
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| I don’t want niggas to feel like- y’know what I’m saying?
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| I’mma stay as humble as possible, I’m as humble as they come, you know?
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| But in all actuality I just want niggas to know, you not fuckin' with me |