| Pressure boy make a VVS
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| Project baby popping Adderal, didn’t come from CVS
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| I came from living reckless
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| In a stolen car tryna snatch a nigga necklace
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| No misdemeanor charge on robberies every time I get arrested
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| I’m a lil' jackboy, mama, I’m sorry
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| Can’t stop pushing it forty
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| Look what the streets done did to me
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| I don’t feel comfortable unless I’m carrying on my heat
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| Let me know if it’s beef
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| I’m ready to feast
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| I’ma beat that walk with a hundred deep
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| We talking 'bout rapping, gunfire, guns singing like the choir
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| I been a thug, bitch, at my prior arrest
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| Can’t cuff a ho and now I got a check
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| Used to call collect
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| She ain’t never answer, I finally done got the message
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| Nothing like the rest
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| keep flooding me with texts
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| Keep it correct
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| I done bossed up and done leveled up to the next
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| Uh, I done bossed up, uh, I done sauced up, uh
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| Tripling don’t fuck around with that lil' car stuff
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| He done got so wavy
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| She wanna go have his baby
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| But you cannot be my lady
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| Nah, bitch, you gotta be crazy
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| When you left, it didn’t phase me
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| I went and got
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| I told my nigga quit his job to give him twenty steps
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| Had to keep it real with me, so I got it doubled up
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| Working up a real nigga, I fell in love with
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| Pressure boy make a VVS
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| Project baby popping Adderal, didn’t come from CVS
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| I came from living reckless
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| In a stolen car tryna snatch a nigga necklace
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| No misdemeanor charge on robberies every time I get arrested
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| I’m a lil' jackboy, mama, I’m sorry
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| Can’t stop pushing it forty
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| Look what the streets done did to me
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| I don’t feel comfortable unless I’m carrying on my heat
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| I’m a lil' jackboy, mama, I’m sorry
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| Can’t stop pushing it forty |