| Yeah
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| I was anxious, I didn’t have patience
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| It’s not a loss when you lose fake ones
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| Cross me once and then I turn into a savage (Yeah)
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| Blowin' Wedding Cake, I still won’t think 'bout marriage (No)
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| Dead broke, I couldn’t watch my mama suffer (Nah)
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| Stood on that block until I got a triple-double
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| Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust
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| Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn’t hang with us
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| I’m pluggin' money counters, I don’t wanna be famous
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| My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh
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| I chase the millions tryna see how far this rappin' get me
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| You ain’t my brother, you weren’t on that corner trappin' with me
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| Nigga, where the fuck was you when I ain’t have a penny?
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| On the show, muggin' off a pill and a half of Remy
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| I’m stuck on make a muscle mode, I never had Givenchy
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| Check the stats, shit, if you ask me, Lil' Polo grab the city
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| The opps so broke, I’m on my shit, won’t let them guys offend me
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| They tried to catch one, so we sparked until that .9 was empty
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| All my niggas be on bullshit, I keep a slider with me
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| It ain’t no shortage on them blicks 'cause, bitch, we ride with plenty
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| Smith & Wessons, Glocks, and XDs, we got all kind of semis
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| I just stay humble 'til I gotta show that savage in me
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| My car got extra horses, I fuck with Polo G (Yeah, yeah)
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| I already had on ice, police can’t tell me freeze (No)
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| I can buy everything, my niggas still ain’t free (Still ain’t free)
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| I never cried, but you can watch my eyes bleed (Watch my eyes bleed, yeah)
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| Every time I trusted niggas, they embarrassed me
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| Yeah, want a hardbody, ask that nigga Harrison
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| I just fucked a snow bunny 'cause my chain got carats
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| Made her pull up to the Hilton but her name wasn’t Paris
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| My Louis V shoes like fruit, I got different pairs
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| Police snatch me, 'fore I snitch, I’d rather get the chair
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| I’m with my soldiers in that field like I play for the Bears
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| Stay with some real ones, I know loyalty and trust is rare
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| Married to the streets, but nah, this ain’t no love affair
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| These drugs killin' me, feel like my organs startin' to tear
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| I know I’m legendary, this some shit you can’t compare
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| She seen these VVs, now she pullin' down her underwear
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| Yeah
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| I was anxious, I didn’t have patience
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| It’s not a loss when you lose fake ones
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| Cross me once and then I turn into a savage (Yeah)
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| Blowin' Wedding Cake, I still won’t think 'bout marriage (No)
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| Dead broke, I couldn’t watch my mama suffer (Nah)
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| Stood on that block until I got a triple-double
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| Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust
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| Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn’t hang with us
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| I’m pluggin' money counters, I don’t wanna be famous
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| My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh |