| Nigga sent threats and now he dead, fuck he was talkin' 'bout?
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| Investigators sayin' that I’m the reason why the city hot
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| Shit, fuck you mean? |
| Bitch, I don’t even much be there a lot
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| Two court dates, two different cities, same day, this shit a lot
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| But fuck it, still I remain thuggin'
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| They killed my closest brother and I still ain’t learn nothin'
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| My dawgs don’t wanna do shit with they life but drink and burn somethin'
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| But expect for me to give 'em somethin' when they ain’t earn nothin'
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| Man, it’s fucked up how I gotta move
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| Can’t even enjoy my fuckin' life 'cause I got shit to lose
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| On top of that, I’m steady fightin' with my baby mama
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| I ain’t do shit, talk to my lawyer, I ain’t got shit to say, your honor,
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| for real
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| Girl, you so fine, but you so damn evil
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| But I fuck with you off top so it be hard to leave you
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| My sister scared to let me meet her boyfriend, think I’ma beat him
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| That nigga mad 'cause I ain’t speak in the club, nigga, I ain’t see you
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| I’ma make up for them times, all them times I made you cry, that’s for sure |
| Baby girl, I’m on my grind, so you gotta know what times I gotta go, gotta go,
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| gotta go
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| Ayy, fuck them niggas, I could do it without 'em
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| Fuck them bitches, I could do it without 'em, without 'em
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| He say he livin' like that nigga, I doubt it
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| Won’t catch me slippin', I ain’t leavin' without it
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| I’m in beef so I just went and bought a brand new drake
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| I gotta live 'cause I’m the one who keep my family straight
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| I gotta go in my own world, I gotta meditate
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| I’ll rob 'fore I sell my soul to keep my money straight, my money straight
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| And you know I run down with that Uzi, I won’t hesitate to use it
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| I can’t give up on my music, I’ll starve if I do it
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| Everybody sayin' that I’m trippin', I been actin' stupid
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| Bitch, I got feelings 'cause I’m human
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| And they’re still assuming by the way I look
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| I wear my jewelry, case I gotta steal, they don’t think I’m the crook
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| I’d never steal from my dawgs, that ain’t real in my book
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| You talkin' shit but I’m the reason why your nigga took
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| You got my nigga took
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| You understand? |
| Real nigga shit though, you feel me?
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| This shit so fucked up out here, dawg
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| So you know what I’m sayin', sometimes you don’t know who is who, what is what,
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| you feel me?
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| But shit, the great God within, you know what I’m sayin'
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| He gon' always remove what ain’t for you out your life, my nigga
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| Know what I’m sayin', shit
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| Sometimes it be the closest ones, my nigga
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| Who’ll do you dirty, you feel me?
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| My nigga, I don’t trust nothin', I don’t trust nobody, you feel me?
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| But I, sometimes you gotta accept the Lord, though, you feel me?
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| One hundred shit, though, that very first paper right there
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| Straight up
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| Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas
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| Fuck them bitches, fuck them bitches |