| Went a different level, changed my number on these bitches
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| Watched the love turn to hate, so it’s fuck you other niggas
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| Seat back, reclinin', just ridin'
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| Sand on they neck, baby, mine’s full of diamonds
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| I can’t quit for nothin', man, I swear a nigga tried it
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| I was just a product, boy surrounded by the violence
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| She was gettin' curious 'bout the cup, I let her try it
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| Every day, I’m thankful 'bout the streets, 'cause I survived it
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| We don’t run from nothin' 'less a nigga chasin' dollars
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| Got some shit on my mind
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| Keep a stick in the ride
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| I ain’t feelin' the vibe
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| I don’t fuck with these niggas
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| Niggas makin' me hot
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| Keep the business aside
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| Oh, we enemies now
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| Laws talkin' to me, never talk back
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| Cups out in public, we the ones started that
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| Designer to the floor, still movin' with the bag
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| If I ain’t Wavy Gang, nigga, what you call that?
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| Only real niggas fall off, crawl back
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| Only real bitches don’t complain, let you stack
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| Put 'em in position, bet you they won’t tell you that
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| Let her rock the mic, you ain’t know your ho rap
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| I done drove there, sold this, drove back
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| I done flew her in just to fuck 'cause she was bad
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| Say she only fuck with boss niggas, not the staff
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| I done lost my mind, I been tweakin' with the cash
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| I don’t need the mall, I been spendin' all in Kith
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| Way the chains dance, man, I swear I need a tip
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| Gang traumatized and I been livin' with it since
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| I just ate a gram fifteen with the Ritz
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| Saint Laurent jeans, glizzy sittin' on my hip
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| They say I’m on fire, everything stayin' lit
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| I 'member times thought I needed a brick
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| Now a nigga keep one of these on my wrist
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| Changed my number on these bitches
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| Love turn to hate, so it’s fuck you other niggas
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| Seat back, reclinin', just ridin'
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| Sand on they neck, baby, mine’s full of diamonds
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| I can’t quit for nothin', man, I swear a nigga tried it
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| I was just a product, boy surrounded by the violence
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| She was gettin' curious 'bout the cup, I let her try it
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| Every day, I’m thankful 'bout the streets, 'cause I survived it
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| We don’t run from nothin' 'less a nigga chasin'- |