| This shit wasn’t easy, coming up I had the harder way
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| Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway
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| I’m trying to reach success, don’t give a fuck what y’all say
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| You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day
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| Yeah I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag
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| Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash
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| If you my brother I love you, I swear I’ll give you my last
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| I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I’m going do the dash, yeah
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| Fuck school, I’m out there close, ain’t going to class
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| Can’t lie, the only subject that I’m thankful for is math
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| Yeah I be out in public smelling like a pound of thrax
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| Excuse me ma’am, I’m sorry, it ain’t my fault that I sag
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| I gotta quit, Bambino why you got a problem with me?
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| Don’t dive in the water 'cause this shit is deep
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| But if you finna frog in this, pussy bitch leap
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| Almost every night I got scream and jet mask
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| And I didn’t close my eyes, go to sleep
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| Bro fix comin', just stay out the streets
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| 'Cause I don’t want you in a position like me, yeah
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| I heard these pussy niggas talkin' gameplay, yeah
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| This shit can only end one way, yeah
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| We gon' catch you like a subway, yeah
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| Shh, baow, bitch we don’t play, yeah
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| This shit wasn’t easy, coming up I had the harder way
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| Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway
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| I’m trying to reach success, don’t give a fuck what y’all say
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| You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day
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| Yeah I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag
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| Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash
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| If you my brother I love you, I swear I’ll give you my last
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| I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I’m going do the dash, yeah
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| I used to be walking around, them bitches was dogging me out
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| But now they be stalking me out, them hoes won’t stop callin' me now
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| They say I’m broke, fuck they talkin' about
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| Bro I can buy your mama a house
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| Pull up in the South, where it’s never a drought
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| Ask for the cheat code, come shop with me now
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| Never put no one up in your business, always leave 'em clueless
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| That’s why time you movin'
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| Every day think smart and don’t be stupid
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| Tell the truth, I just be coolin'
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| Percocets, yeah I abuse it
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| God blessed me and I knew it
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| Don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for music
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| I gotta walk around, with me a toolie
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| A nigga fuck with me and I’ma get ruthless
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| Got enough clips, we can film a whole movie
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| 300 degrees, burn your ass like Juvie
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| Look at my neck, don’t my shit look fruity?
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| Reach for my chain, your arm, you lose it
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| I got your bitch and you know she was chosin'
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| Fuck her good, send her back, tell her keep movin', movin'
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| This shit wasn’t easy, coming up I had the harder way
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| Remember skipping school, was smoking weed in the hallway
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| I’m trying to reach success, don’t give a fuck what y’all say
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| You cross that line, I got some steppers pull up in broad day
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| Yeah I be still in them trenches you know I get after the bag
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| Niggas be beefing 'bout nothing, broke boy go get you some cash
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| If you my brother I love you, I swear I’ll give you my last
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| I want a foreign, go cop me a foreign, I’m going do the dash, yeah |