| Talk to 'em
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| I’m just chillin' at the crib, right?
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| This shit fuckin' me up
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| You gotta talk to 'em, man
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| Lookin' at my son like, «Damn, I got a human» (This shit real)
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| 'Member when I felt you in your mama’s stomach movin' (I do)
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| Lookin' at my jewelry like, «Damn, I’m really stupid» (That's crazy)
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| Lookin' at my past like, damn, man, I been through it (It all)
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| Lil' brodie came home from jail and he crashed (Damn)
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| Then brodie called home from jail and he laughed (What's up, nigga?)
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| Gotta match my nigga energy, I can’t be sad (I can’t)
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| We ain’t trippin' on no time, bitch, you know we built to last (You know that)
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| I see niggas be who they wanna be on the 'Gram
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| I see bitches with the niggas that they said they ain’t had (Damn)
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| I was in the ninth grade yellin', «Get a bag»
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| Catchin' contacts packin' up the boy without a mask (I remember)
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| Gettin' fast money
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| That shit you pullin' out on camera, that’s my gas money (That's light)
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| God, how I make it here? |
| I just ain’t had nothin'
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| Sittin' in the bullpen starvin', eatin' bag lunches
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| On my way to court 'cause I was movin' like a crash dummy (Was crashin' out)
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| Gotta hold myself accountable (Yeah)
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| If God don’t exist, then how I make it through these obstacles? |
| (Tell me that)
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| I ain’t do it on my own, that’s impossible
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| I was prayin' hard for this shit, that’s what you gotta know
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| Don’t gotta like me, but respect me, that’s what you gotta do
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| 'Cause I’ma try to put you in the morgue, fuck the hospital (Nigga,
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| you outta here)
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| And puttin' trust in niggas been risky (It has)
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| I was a lil' nigga knowin' niggas been iffy like (I do)
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| I would let niggas get rich with me (I would)
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| But they’ll run off with a quarter 'stead of tryna build a brick with me (Fuck
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| 'em)
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| Don’t even kill 'em, let 'em watch us get litty
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| While he walkin', we gon' ride Forgis on the 650, bitch (Turn up)
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| Big Grizzley, fuck with me, bad bitches, fuck plenty
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| Me and bro just made a cut face, that’s a buck-fifty
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| Play with me, duck fifty, if it’s up, it’s stuck with me
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| Glock 27 stuck to me and it bust quickly
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| Lookin' at my son like, «Damn, I got a human» (This shit real)
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| 'Member when I felt you in your mama’s stomach movin' (I remember)
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| Lookin' at my jewelry, brodie like, «You goin' stupid» (You goin' crazy)
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| Lookin' at our past, I’m like, «Brodie, we been through it» (Ayy, for real)
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| Baby Grizz came home from jail and he crashed (Damn)
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| But we can’t forget, before he left, he got the bag (He did)
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| And he still rich, hope you don’t think he in there sad
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| We ain’t trippin' on no time, bitch, you know we built to last (Nigga,
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| you know that)
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| I see niggas be who they wanna be on the 'Gram
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| I see bitches with the niggas that they said they ain’t had
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| I see niggas without the bag they said that they had
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| And for some reason I believed them, I’m like, «Damn» (Niggas cap)
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| Ain’t paranoid, I’m just on high alert (Alert)
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| Smokin' weed to numb the pain, yeah, I’m high and hurt
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| Can’t no clinic pills help you when that chopper burn
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| Like an STD, but that’s just how some people gotta learn (Go get 'em)
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| Ayy, I ain’t scared of nothin' roamin' this Earth
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| If somethin' scare me, it’s gon' go in the dirt (You hear me?)
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| 'Member sleepin' at the trap, they used to line up at the door on the first
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| I’m with the nigga that put your bro on a shirt (He right here)
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| Let me talk about my past
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| Abusive household, multiple failures (Facts)
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| Ramen noodles kept us from starvin', I’m tryna tell you (Facts)
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| Headaches, stomachaches, nigga, heartaches
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| Turn you into shark bait 'bout our cake
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| Let’s talk about my future, though
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| Now we excited 'bout what the future hold
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| Trips out the country, we done got used to those
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| Bustdowns, got a few of those (Got a few of those)
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| These bitches see us and they do the most
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| Don’t play with us or it’s your funeral (Don't play)
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| Back to my past, show these niggas where we came from
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| Fightin' for nothin', we was just tryna get our name up
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| Now we tryna get our change up
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| You do that, they say you changed up
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| We just told our story, never tried to get our fame up
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| Lame nigga, I’m in that foreign doin' the dash (Doin' the dash)
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| How you gon' stop some niggas that’s built to last, huh?
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| Lame nigga, we in that foreign doin' the dash (Doin' the dash in this bitch)
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| How you gon' stop some niggas that’s built to last, huh? |
| (You can’t, nigga) |