| Let me tell you a story about a man like me
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| Came from out of town and the history
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| Used to be a dope boy movin' the Ps
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| Until we saw the light and started movin' the beats
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| I came from the trap
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| I came from the trap house, where there’s no turning back
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| Yeah, I came from that
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| I came from the trap
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| I came from the trap house
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| 'cause I came from the trap house
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| Yeah, I came from the trap and I’m nervous in traffic
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| You could smell the cookie pack all the way through the plastic
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| And the smoke is not average, it got 'em on the couch, yeah
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| I’m fuckin' loaded, countin' money in a drought
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| When I pull up in the drop, yeah, these pretty bitches stare
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| Ran the game for 20 years, they try to tell me it ain’t fair
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| I got diamonds in my ear, yeah, diamonds in my handgun
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| I’ll be waitin' for the work until the black vans come
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Doesn’t want me no more
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Throw me down the front door
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| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah
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| Now there’s blood on the floor
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| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause my love is no more
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| You don’t wanna tap
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| Everything I spit, real like no cap
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| And I made a whole lotta hunnids out the trap
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| Grindin' real hard to put my city on the map
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| Sippin' on lean, hope I don’t relapse
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| I had to go get it, I stated a mission
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| If he want that beef, I’ma aim at his fitted
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| I’m grippin' the pistols, my end game official, oh-oh
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| Kickin' in doors, oh-oh
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| We would sell out that door
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| Every day clutchin' poles
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| Gotta get a big bankroll
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| Everybody know I’m, no-oh
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| All I know, ooh, oh-oh
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| All I know, all I know, all I know, ooh, oh-oh
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Doesn’t want me no more
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Throw me down the front door
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| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah
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| Now there’s blood on the floor
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| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause my love is no more
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| Some guys don’t change but I don’t give a damn
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| Put some money on his head, gotta get a new chain
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| I’ma bust his brain while I’m grippin' on the flame
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| B-Ballin' so hard, call me LeBron James
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| I don’t really give a fuck, livin' life like a thug
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| Gotta keep the pistol tucked like I’m tryna go up
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| Grippin' on the steel, I’ma shoot to kill
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| Everything I speak, swear to God is real
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| Man, I’m really in the bill, I be poppin' these pills
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| Sippin' on lean, I’ma pump it out a seal
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| G-Grindin' so hard, I gotta pay my momma bills
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| They been hatin' ever since a young nigga got a deal
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| Niggas cap, they ain’t really outchea thuggin' in the field
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| Swear to God I’ll never rob, never steal
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| Been the same ass nigga ever since I was little
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| Ever-ever-ever since I was little
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Doesn’t want me no more
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Throw me down the front door
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| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah
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| Now there’s blood on the floor
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| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause my love is no more
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| Sleepin' on couches, delivering ounces
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| Every time I speak it’s a really big announcement
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| Look at the app seein' if it’s arrived soon
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| 'Til you got the pack, you ain’t got your mind cool
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| Where is it at? |
| I thought it arrived soon
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| Pray and relax, it’s what I always do
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| Is it always delivered? |
| Isn’t that true?
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| Praise to the most high, it’s all you gotta do
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Doesn’t want me no more
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Throw me down the front door
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| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah
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| Now there’s blood on the floor
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| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause my love is no more
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Doesn’t want me no more
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| Does she love me? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Throw me down the front door
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| Broken heart splatter, yeah, yeah
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| Now there’s blood on the floor
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| Doesn’t matter, yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause my love is no more |