| Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye
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| Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
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| You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
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| Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive
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| Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross that line
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| Told her I ain’t got no missions, but I know she think I’m lyin'
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| Oh, you can’t beat my vibe, oh, I’m not looking for a ride
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| Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage
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| Niggas pillow talkin', I can’t barely get the time
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| Aimed for a shot like Coffey, Playboi and VLONE covered my spine
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| Put a M, shit talkin', pull up, spin a whole block and then ride
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| Draco, AR, Glocks and carbon, put in the work for your side
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| Keepin' it real, I just had to realize
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| My colleague, he ain’t tell, he stood up and took the time
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| I got 'em on my trail and I still ain’t in my prime
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| We just tryna live, keep my people out of bind
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| I done kept it solid, this shit always in they mind
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| I done changed the climate, got this fuckin' money flyin'
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| Backwood fulla biscotti, and I heard you smokin' pine
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| Barely see somebody, to that bullshit I went blind
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| Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye
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| Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
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| You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
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| Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive
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| Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross that line
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| Told her I ain’t got no missions, but I know she think I’m lyin'
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| Oh, you can’t beat my vibe, oh, I’m not looking for a ride
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| Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage
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| Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage
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| I got every kinda color car in my garage
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| Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage
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| Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss
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| My lil shooters, they on-point
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| All I do is throw a six
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| We locked in together forever, that shit’s on four wrists
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| Make 'em call me Papa Bear the way I get that porridge
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| Walk inside the club, man, they start stormin'
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| I came in the foreign
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| I can’t stop from goin' in
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| Got too many dogs who’re in the sky, can’t let 'em score again
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| Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
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| They say we already won, I’m tryna win again, yeah
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| Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye
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| Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
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| You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
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| Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive
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| Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross that line
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| Told her I ain’t got no missions, but I know she think I’m lyin'
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| Oh, you can’t beat my vibe, oh, I’m not looking for a ride
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| Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage |