| Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something
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| Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom
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| The bitches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome
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| I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I’m Ms. Barbara grandson
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| Watch what you saying to him 'cause he’ll been done flipped out on all you
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| niggas
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| And when the fame gone, he don’t got no problem posting up with all them killers
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| Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that shit remind him of his lil' one
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| Need to change his ringtone, h can’t, it’s been the same since h was little
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| He rock the same clothes, ain’t pressed 'bout that designer shit, he good
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| He fuck the same hoes, he like his bitches straight from out the hood
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| He just bought a Draco, he ain’t going hope you get that understood
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| He like them Wraith doors, I ain’t lying, he’ll go cop that if he could
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| He antisocial, he don’t like talking 'bout his problems when he should
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| He don’t drink though, he just smoke and he might sip only if it’s mud
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| And he be out every city he go, he ain’t worry 'bout shit, he know he good
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| He done cried his tears, he done wiped his sweat, they stabbed his back he shed
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| his blood
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| He don’t need no friends, he good, it’s love
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| Picking up backends, only time he clubs
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| His family gangsters, he could’ve been a thug
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| They killed Pasco, should he could’ve been the plug
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| Nah, he cut her off, he ain’t fucking with her, found out one of the opps
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| busting in her
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| Crazy thing is, he was trusting her, it’s fucked up how they be doing lil' bro
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| Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something
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| Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom
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| The bitches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome
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| I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I’m Ms. Barbara grandson
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| Watch what you saying to him 'cause he’ll been done flipped out on all you
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| niggas
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| And when the fame gone, he don’t got no problem posting up with all them killers
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| Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that shit remind him of his lil' one
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| Need to change his ringtone, he can’t, it’s been the same since he was little
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| He don’t want his chains on, I don’t know why that young nigga too humble
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| 'Cause he know that pain ain’t gone and any day he can go back under
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| Why he let that nigga diss him like that? |
| 'Cause he ain’t worried 'bout him,
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| he worried 'bout karma
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| Well, why he let 'em hit him like that? |
| Man, all them niggas gon' die,
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| that’s on his mama
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| They say he ain’t living like that, like what? |
| He don’t really involve his self
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| with drama
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| Why he always feeling like that? |
| Some shit he was born with that,
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| ain’t his problem
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| How he get so skinny like that? |
| 'Cause he got to take the meds prescribed by
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| his doctor
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| What his family he love them to death and he let go of that grudge he had with
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| his father
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| His sisters and brothers that his heart his nieces and nephews, he like to
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| spoil them
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| And every time he say he quit, he think about them then he go harder
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| Ain’t a nigga gave him shit but he did for them, man, he too loyal
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| He said his nigga last words to him was, «I just wish the best for you»
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| Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something
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| Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom
|
| The bitches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome
|
| I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I’m Ms. Barbara grandson
|
| Watch what you saying to him 'cause he’ll been done flipped out on all you
|
| niggas
|
| And when the fame gone, he don’t got no problem posting up with all them killers
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| Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that shit remind him of his lil' one
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| Need to change his ringtone, he can’t, it’s been the same since he was little |