| Hey, Instagram
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| This song I’ve been writing, oh, for a few months
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| I don’t know, I, I started writing it about family
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| Just came up now, so
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| Anybody feel any way about it, I don’t give a fuck
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| (Yeah, family)
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Lost you to the game, I gotta hug that
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| I was here when you was asking where the love at
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| Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back
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| I was wishin' on a star when I was that
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| I’ve been fortunate enough to have it my way
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| I’m a fortune teller, listen to what I say
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| 'Member when we used to park up in my driveway
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| I always told it how it was, I never shy away
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| This life is really something you get lost in
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| I know niggas that got famous and they bought friends
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| I had friends that only had half of they heart in
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| It’s hard to accept now, and it was hard then
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| But I treated you like gold, I was all in
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| Spoiled rotten, they could smell you 'fore you walked in
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| Burnin' incense in your new apartment
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| But you got no sense when it come to
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| Lost you to the game, I gotta hold that
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| How you feelin' in your soul since you sold that?
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| I’ll be better off without you, and we know that
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| You ain’t lookin' at a nigga you could hold back
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| Like I’m tryna show the waves, this is no cap
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| You sold me up the river, but I rowed back
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| You put me on the road without a roadmap
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| I’m not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
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| You got some liquor at the house?
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| Yeah
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| Go get a shot, let’s do a shot together
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| I don’t see it
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| Okay, hahaha
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| Ayy
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| Being here wasn’t in the plans
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| I do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram
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| I do it for the fam, but still fuckin' Uncle Sam
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| I tried to change for you, but that wasn’t who I am
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| Even when being real is out of fashion
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| Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
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| I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
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| I couldn’t sit around and wait, I had to have it happen
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| Lost you to the game, I gotta face that
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| Really think I lost you like a ways back
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| Always sayin' how a nigga never play fair
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| I took you up under my wing and you just stayed there
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| You was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair
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| We started this from the bottom, now you alone there
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| Shit, you treat it like it’s home there
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| Dependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share
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| I still love you to my last days
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| I never knew that shit would be this fast-paced
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| I never thought I’d see awards in a glass case
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| I could’ve ended up in your crib with a masked face
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| It could’ve went left on a couple bad days
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| When I visit my last place is the only time I’m in last place
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| See me these days, I never got on a sad face
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| See me these days, I
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| Lost you to the game, and I see why
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| It was always you and I without the T-Y
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| This is not one of them stories that got three sides
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| This is not one of them stories you could rewind
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| Like I’m tryna show the waves, this is no cap
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| You drove a nigga crazy, but I drove back
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| You wrote me off and then you never wrote back
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| I’m not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
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| Yes, sir
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| (Baby)
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| Hold on, hold on
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| (Let me tell you something about me)
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| (I really do know, I know who I wanna be)
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| Woo
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| Lord, I already passed on all that (Woo)
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| You go 'head on, haha |