| Dawg, I think I might’ve fucked up my leg
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| Running through these bands like a Cal running back
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| Shouts to Larry June, goddamn my dawg
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| Why I got to stunt so motherfucking hard
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| I’m up like the bleachers
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| I’m cold like the features
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| And I ain’t got no girl to bring sand to the beaches
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| Wait a minute dawg I’m tripping, tell me why these niggas haters
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| We done elevated game and now they say they scared to play us
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| Man you know they scared to play us
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| Might Beyonce Lemonade 'em
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| Cooking so much sauce, had your girl come clean my apron
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| Life been tasting better than my mama’s jamabaliyah
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| Still a New Orleans nigga, don’t try us, I got fam in San Fran
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| Know I got the Bay with me, get action like Van Damme
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| Know I got some baes with me, yeah
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| Jeans got skinny when the dreams got plenty
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| So I let my feelings pour and mix the bitter taste with Henny
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| Then I’m gone
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| Real real spill like living in the ghetto
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| Real ass nigga, them boys sons of Geppetto
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| I grabbed all the girls that said they don’t like short guys
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| Now they say they was wrong on every single level
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| Lookie man, I make my profits then I let them shine
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| I mean a prophet don’t need profits so I give back mine
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| I don’t usually want to trip but I might this time
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| Cause I just gotta know why they always on my line
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| We rollin', they can’t stop us
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| No molly, but we popping
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| They want it but we got it
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| I been getting to it like there ain’t no option
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| We rollin', they can’t stop us
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| No molly, but we popping
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| They want it but we got it
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| I been getting to it like there ain’t no option
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| Now all you gotta do is tell me what’s really going on
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| City running rabid ever since you left from home
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| That’s way too many options that I wish I could condone
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| Went from desolate to blowing up my phone
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| I been grinding like my whole life, can tell it by my palms
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| Mama texting bible scriptures, man she love them psalms
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| Papa just got out of rehab, know a place before your arms
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| I hope you know a nigga never meant no harm
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| Cause nowadays it’s yourself you should be focused on
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| Can’t love nobody if you don’t love you, that strong
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| I spent some days losing dignity, hoping I was wrong
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| Come and go, come and go
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| No squad, I done had a ton of those nigga, I’m a loner
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| North Dade ain’t raised no bungalow
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| Still everybody played juice at the two stop
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| All eyes on me, no
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| Niggas still tryna play me like a tube box
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| Freaking for the free, but you only get two shots
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| North Dade be the city when I rep that
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| Sak pase to the zoes when I catch that
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| Used to wanna work around the money, nigga always doin' favors
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| Had to boss up bro, where the checks at?
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| Yeah we rolling, no stop and go
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| Nigga had to call my pops to let him know his son about to blow
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| Came a long way from the free lunch, now we be us just to get some dough
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| No more piecing up for my liquor, I’ma get my own
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| And now you see the hardest thing is staying true
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| To yourself
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| Oh you know, still ain’t had to sell my soul for some wealth
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| Oh hell no, that’s not me
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| Lost in my thoughts is where I be
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| I got a few options for the girls in my world but they can’t see what I see
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| Snuck in the club with no ID
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| Game in the blood, nigga no IV
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| Know I gotta move, real sharp in the room from the sharks, they got their eye
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| on me
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| Now nigga all my life been setbacks
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| Ain’t gon' give in or accept that
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| I got options like Cam Newton or Steph Curry with the stepback
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| We rollin', they can’t stop us
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| No molly, but we popping
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| They want it but we got it
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| I been getting to it like there ain’t no option
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| We rollin', they can’t stop us
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| No molly, but we popping
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| They want it but we got it
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| I been getting to it like there ain’t no option
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| Cause there ain’t no other option |