| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it
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| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it
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| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence
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| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me
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| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it
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| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it
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| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence
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| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me
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| Hit my knees and say a prayer when I wake up
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| Got a sweet tooth, I’ma get this cake up
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| Boy, these streets’ll really show you what you made of
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| Lil' mama bitchin' 'cause she wish that I would date her
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| I’m on a mission, got no time to be laid up
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| Face in the pillow, fuckin' up her makeup
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| Yeah, you might’ve got the pussy, but you paid up
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| I was starvin', now a nigga got his weight up
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| Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move
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| Ye ain’t ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes
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| Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool
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| Hard to tell who is who, a lot of these niggas fu'
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| A lot of these niggas fu', yeah a lot of these niggas flu
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| Nine times out of ten, prolly got a sour apple in the bunch
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| Listenin' to my spirit, if God give me a hunch
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| Fuck nigga, if you ever cross me, I’ma eat you for lunch
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| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it
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| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it
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| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence
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| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me
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| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it
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| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it
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| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence
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| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me
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| 14 or 28, 36 for the 22
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| Young nigga get you outta here, for a couple racks they’ll finish you
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| Hard trustin' somebody, family did me dirty too
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| Stealin' out my fuckin' stash, you lucky I don’t murder you
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| Say your name ring bells, nigga, we ain’t ever heard of you
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| Tryna get straight with some work, if I don’t know you, I ain’t servin' you
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| Acetone in the white, Fentanyl in the dog food
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| Let you know when it touch down, don’t call me, I’ma call you
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| All this shit I seen got me traumatized
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| You can see the pain in a nigga eyes
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| Yeah, and I just made another run
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| Took the profit and invested in some more guns
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| Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move
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| Ye ain’t ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes
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| Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool
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| Fuck around, get your life snatched when you got a point to prove
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| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it
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| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it
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| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence
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| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me
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| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it
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| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it
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| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence
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| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |