| I do this for real, I ain’t gotta act hard
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| Black scully on the match my black card
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| Black skies over us, I got the flash on
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| Goin' in daily for my niggas that’s gone
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| Spillin' liquor out the bottle
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| Charged up, full throttle
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| Cold like Colorado, keep it pushin' that’s the motto
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| Ranges and Benzos off the lot (Off the lot)
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| We used to listen to our demos in the Dodge
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| Now I got a hellcat on my wrist
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| Big plans with the clique, hunnid rounds in the clip
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| True stories I’m bound to tell
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| Shit I thought I lost it all but I found myself
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| Goin' postal when the post, how I wrote the mail
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| Givin' up, only way that you bound to fail
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| You wouldn’t help me if I was stranded, so let’s be real
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| Show your colors in true time and the rest get revealed
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| Straight up (Straight up)
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| On time comin' for niggas like us
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| Surf Club been wavy
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| 2020 takin' it up notches
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| Crankin' the level on niggas
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| Uh
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| They only spite you when it’s nothin' like you
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| So in my life it’s more of a reason to eat and break the cycles
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| I dropped pride then came clarity
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| Look how it helped me with my sincerity
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| Blossom with what was near to me
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| Ponder about my life from this Benz seat
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| Van Elle and Dior, that make appearance when the lames creep
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| Such a leak from 10 deep
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| We learn to swim through doubt
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| Like when bitches in Hit crib, done pulled the swimsuits out
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| If you ain’t us, we gon' sniff you out
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| Snatch a bottle of Mo' and big double an' I’ma lift you out
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| We ain’t worried 'bout the niggas speakin' down
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| Knowing heavy be the crown and you’ll niggas know such
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| Greed’ll heat a situation with a cold touch
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| 'Cause the niggas speakin' love never hold much
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| Grammy taught me never worry 'bout what’s out of control
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| The greatest glory come to people who embracin' they role
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| So we was taught
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| Yeah, uh
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| So I was taught
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| And we get it fo real
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| So I was taught |