| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Things just ain’t the same, I
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| Forever gon' bang with the same side
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| Had on my Rolex and chain my last time sliding
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| I know this her first and last time riding
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| Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
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| Leave the bank and drop it off with my grave digger
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| I came from out the streets but I’m a rockstar
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| I dirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar
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| She gon' come with me to cap, I told her uh-uh
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| Richer than all my family misfit
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| Me and DDawg in middle school planning on stepping on shit
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| Young nigga without no screws, I’m known to break in your shit
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| I plan on facing a bitch after you taking my lick
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| Full of Xans in a cop car
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| Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I’ma die hard
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| Assassination lifestyle, they don’t try hard
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| Bro card tryna see how I’m gon' play my cards
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| Took my chain and I hop out behind my boys
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| Things just ain’t the sam, I
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| Forever gon' bang with the sam side
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| Had on my Rolex and chain my last time sliding
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| I know this her first and last time riding
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| Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
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| Leave the bank and drop it off with my grave digger
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| I came from out the streets but I’m a rockstar
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| I dirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar
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| He ugly, pull up busting, who the fuck died?
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| be some killing without killing
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| Owed my family blood
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| Jeff with Almighty Black P where I start learning my history
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| Had a false claim, asked the teacher, I got it off and took seriously
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| One nigga crying, one nigga smiling, that’s how I look in the mirror
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| Ayy, that broke shit like a virus, niggas don’t wanna come near it
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| Hellcat switching lanes, drive this bitch just like a Cherokee
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| Sunday finna change, I just bought that ho some Tiffany
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| No, I’m not a rapper, I’m just talking with some melody
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| Ain’t talking on no Apple phone, police tryna bury me
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| Push to start how I drive my car, that bitch be scared of me
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| Bad bitch and she from the A, I had to let her be
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| They know that I’ma ball, quick to roll, call it Lou Will
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| but I’ma stil get these dollar bills
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| I still don’t know how to live, I been alive for twenty-one years
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| Sitting in the back of that Ghost, I’m tryna disappear
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| Ayy, tell them if they gon' kill me, don’t kill me at the crib
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| I do not fear y’all, I’m still rocking Fear of God
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| The streets not feeling y’all, my body full of fentanyl
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| They downloading hate, was gone before it installed
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| Full of tabs in a cop car
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| Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag, I’ma die hard
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| Assassination lifestyle, they don’t try hard
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| Bro card tryna see how I’m gon' play my cards
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| Took my chain and I hop out behind my boys
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| Things just ain’t the same, I
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| Forever gon' bang with the same side
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| Had on my Rolex and chain my last time sliding
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| I know this her first and last time riding
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| Ride through the hood with a hood nigga
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| Leave the bank and drop it off with my grave digger
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| I came from out the streets but I’m a rockstar
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| I dirtied up a stick and went and bought another guitar |