| Always going forward like a bullet
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| Fuck what’s behind me, I don’t live in the wind
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| And they say jealousy’s a female trait
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| But for some reason I always feel it for men
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| My homie is hard out to me over a few blunts and a bottle of hen
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| Never changed my day one
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| Still hang with niggas I hung with when I was ten
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| These rappers ain’t my friends, they just rappers
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| We wasn’t tight before and probably won’t be after
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| But since we in the friendistry, we calling music industry
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| I’ll probably be cool with niggas 'til I don’t have to
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| That’s just the nature of the game, what I’m a fuss for
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| I already know what I signed up for
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| Made more than I ever thought I would but tryna touch more
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| Is that greed or dedication
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| This the shit I be facing when I look in the mirror
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| But y’all don’t hear me though
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| I got a cloudy mind but shit on niggas clearly though
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| Been nice since forever and a year ago
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| But now it’s less about the rhymes and more business though
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| Y’all still don’t hear me though
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| I know chicks that a set you up for some shoes and some shots
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| I know lil' niggas with guns bigger than the cops
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| I know lil' niggas with guns bigger than the swats
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| Listen to Lil' Durk, ready to die like big pop
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| You ask why, we ask why not
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| My niggas going back to extortion if I flop
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| Man of my words, stand tall like a high top
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| My man don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you, that’s how I rock
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| I don’t go to church much, but I pray dearly
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| Cause I don’t ever wanna call for help and Jesus fail me
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| I’m on a path to greatness, haters tryna derail me
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| But I’m the shit, you gotta smell me
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| Millz
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| Me and you
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| Your mama and your cousin too
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| Rolling down the strip on
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| Coming up, slamming cadillac doors |