| When I’m gone off the drank, I don't care how they feel about me
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| When I’m off a pill, feel like I’m outside my body
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| Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato
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| I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle, ayy
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| Came up in the trenches, I be 'round killers, 'round the robbers
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| Got them scripts, you know we pop 'em, nigga, we need that Roxycontin
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| Whip it up with my left hand, Harden off the Rockets
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| Like we in the championship game, nigga, rings rocky, nigga
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| Before a rap song, I was hand-to-handin' with fiends, nigga
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| Two-for-fifteens, nigga, Sada, what you need, nigga?
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| Niggas say what they want, my young niggas ran it up off green lean
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| I ran it up off exotic, nigga, each 'bow, it cost like six G’s
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| Ridin' with Jefe in the white McLaren, pull up, kill the scene
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| That Motion Gang, that Wavy Gang, that FPG, that BMG
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| Niggas blowin' they last out here tryna keep up with the team
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| I throw the bird, my young niggas throw up B’s, some throw up C’s
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| When I’m gone off the drank, I don't care how they feel about me
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| When I’m off a pill, feel like I’m outside my body
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| Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato (Ayy, G, what’s up, my boy?)
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| I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle (Let's go, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I don’t care 'bout how they feel about me
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| Yeah, my young niggas gon' kill about me
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| Got a bad bitch at home that say she been about me and she still about me
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| Real street nigga, I can feel a problem
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| Wore Prada back then, I’m still a problem
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| I ain’t tryna go to no clubs, bitch
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| I’m tryna go get me a mil' and count it
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| Bitch say she wanna go shoppin', huh?
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| She be lucky if she can get a meal up out me
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| I took the ho out of town to get her some titties and told her don’t tell nobody
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| 200K in my closet, uh
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| I be with killers and robbers, uh
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| I caught a bus in Kentucky
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| Never looked back, now I’m draped in designer, uh
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| I don’t wan' talk to no label, told 'em I need me a million to sign me
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| I really go to the hood since I done got rich 'cause you niggas too grimy, uh
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| I’m tryna stay out the way, if you thinkin' I’m sweet, tell a nigga to try me,
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| uh
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| 'Cause I got the money in front of me, and I got all of the killers behind me,
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| ayy
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| When I’m gone off the drank, I don't care how they feel about me
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| When I’m off a pill, feel like I’m outside my body
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| Twenty-six the wheel, brand new Forgiato
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| I just popped a seal, gon' drink it out the bottle |