| Yeah
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| Uh-huh
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| (Cash Davis on the beat, yeah)
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| Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin'
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| How the fuck I ain’t end up in there when we was really drillin'?
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| Can’t afford to take a loss again, I know the feeling
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| Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings?
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| I been bangin' with Wopskino fair since we was children
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| They killed Tracey that same night when we was out there chillin'
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| I started rappin', how the fuck I end up with some millions?
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| Me and Cap was sippin' drip like we ain’t have no ceilings
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| Nigga, Max was on them hits, so he couldn’t have no feelings
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| All them bitches under his belt and ain’t got no civilians
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| Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em
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| Damn, how you know? |
| 'Cause I was right there with him
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| If I’m in interrogations, I’ma claim my innocence
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| I won’t pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these Benjamins
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| Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences
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| Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence
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| Go’n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit
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| Don’t see too many, we militant
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| Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it
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| Park it in mama garage and just chill in it
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| Got bullet holes in it, who been in it?
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| Tint it, be right back in a minute
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| Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished
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| Next day, we was back out on business
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| Got nothin' to prove, I’m just reflectin', God be my witness
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| Don’t disrespect 'cause I’ll wet you and won’t seek forgiveness
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| The world really wanna know just how I’m livin'
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| Gave it to 'em raw, so now I’m one of the realest
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| And I still got the same killers rollin' with me
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| Got my Glock, I’m playin' Nip, feel like a Rollin' 60
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| I already mentioned Duwop, I still roll with 60
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| Still got a temper, lose control, you would think I roll with Missy
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| Niggas still mad, they pissy
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| Know my block sad, they miss me
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| Mama always said I’d be ridin' with heat
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| So every time I slide, gotta kiss me
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| Lil' bitch mad I bought wifey a Patek, ain’t even gonna buy her some Tiffany
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| I won’t never let 'em catch me slippin' (Uh-uh)
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| So I’m ridin' with it (Ridin')
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
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| Gotta ride with it (Ridin')
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| Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin')
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
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| I’m still ridin' with it (Ridin')
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| I’ma die for this shit (Grrt)
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| And I love my hood, but you think I’ma die for this shit? |
| (What?)
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| All the niggas already died for this shit?
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| Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit
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| All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit
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| Keep my heat, I don’t like surprises
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| And I see the envy all in your eyes, shit
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| Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise
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| Ain’t no love in this shit
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| Niggas watched me starve all in this shit
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| Now I’m eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit
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| Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick
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| You wouldn’t be hittin' me if I wasn’t rich
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| Miles away, be hearin' this
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| Then I come back 'round and niggas don’t say shit
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| 'Cause I ain’t no bitch
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| You wasn’t ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back
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| When this shit crack and see an opp, it feel like Christmas, nigga finna gift
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| wrap him
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| And I spent so much stackin' this shit, I forgotten it
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| Hit the A, they love me, I feel like I’m Dominique (Wilkins)
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| Did some Louis kicks, I mixed the Virgil top with it (Killed 'em)
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| Urus truck, I copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (Swervin')
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| So I’m ridin' with it (Ridin')
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
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| Gotta ride with it (Ridin')
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| Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (Ridin')
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)
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| I’m still ridin' with it (Ridin')
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| I’ma die for this shit |