| Man the same niggas hatin' callin' your phone every day
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| And the same bitches fuckin' prayin' that you catch a case
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead and gone
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| That ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead and gone
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| Man the same niggas hatin' callin' your phone every day
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| And the same bitches fuckin' prayin' that you catch a case
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead and gone
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| That ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead and gone
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| Once you’re dead and gone everybody love you
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| When you alive that’s when a nigga swear he hate you
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| My cousin on the run and now he facing cases
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| Cause these bitches can’t stay in they fuckin' places
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| When you doing good that’s when they start hating
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| My nigga got shot, man I hate that he ain’t make it
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| Went to church the other day ‘cause I couldn’t take it
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| All my niggas out here dyin' and catching cases
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| One love to all the bitches who never traded on me
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| One love to all the real niggas forever homie
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| If you my nigga we gon' fire together
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| Fuck it, if you my nigga we gon' die together
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| Man the same niggas hatin' callin' your phone every day
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| And the same bitches fuckin' prayin' that you catch a case
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead and gone
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| That ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead and gone
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| Man the same niggas hatin' callin' your phone every day
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| And the same bitches fuckin' prayin' that you catch a case
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead and gone
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| That ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead and gone
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| You can’t trust your fam, you can’t trust nobody
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| Cause your fam’ll be the one to cross you out
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| I can’t get along with my own damn mama
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| That’s why these bitches I’m doggin' now
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| I showed my lil brother the plug and he crossed me out
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| Now he up and we ain’t even really talking now
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| Seen him last week and next day how he actin' out
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| He just looked at me crazy like what I’m talkin' ‘bout?
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead, that ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead
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| She just want you ‘cause you up and now you got the bread
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| I’m just tellin' you what is real
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| I’m just tellin' you how it is
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| Man the same niggas hatin' callin' your phone every day
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| And the same bitches fuckin' prayin' that you catch a case
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead and gone
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| That ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead and gone
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| Man the same niggas hatin' callin' your phone every day
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| And the same bitches fuckin' prayin' that you catch a case
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| That ain’t your nigga ‘til you dead and gone
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| That ain’t your bitch ‘til you dead and gone |