| Yeah, Don
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| Don season, nigga
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| My life is a movie, I never had a script
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| Two bedrooms, single mother, and she back on rent
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| No job so my freedom what I had to risk
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| No, crack, or weed, you just had to pick
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| Every time we in the city, ridin' heavy in it
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| Black suburban tinted out with loaded Deasy in it
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| It’s a hole in my career if they catch me with' it
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| But it’s a hole in my head if they catch me slippin'
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| I seen them reachin' for my spot, I had to set the bar
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| They’ll never test the God, they seen what’s in my repertoire
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| I’m heading far, ya not as loyal as you said you are
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| Got backstabbed, it ain’t kill me, but it left me scarred
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| Couple close friends died, I had to question God
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| Highway to hell and I pressed the pedal hard
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| Catch a charge, legal agents want to see you slayed
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| Get treat like slaves and they throw us underneath the cage
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| Don season, nigga
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| You see the niggas I influenced
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| Let’s get it
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| It was never love, all envy from the jump
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| I could drop every month, you’ll never catch me in a slump
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| Young Gingerbread Man, they tryna catch me on the hunt
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| You gon' make me spend 100 on a Bezy just to stunt
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| I could never give up, I got the deadliest touch
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| I keep some bread in a tuck and blessings better than luck
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| Don’t ask if I’m winnin', competition left in the dust
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| You see how I’m livin', this shit on my neck is a plus
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| Bitches thinkin' they slick, I could smell a lineup
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| 'Fore I meet 'em at the telly, I tell Drugs to pick the 9 up
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| It’s a dirty game, you never know where you wind up
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| Witness feel the pain, they tryna pick you out the lineup
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| Pictures that I’m paintin', they ain’t meant for entertainment
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| Scared to travel cities so you got to make a payment
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| We was movin' sloppy, but we had to make arrangements
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| 'Cause niggas movin' like agents, your name up in every statement
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| Goddamn |