| Ayy, Trel
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| The Heroes
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| Been thinkin' to myself, like why the fuck they hate on me?
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| When I ain’t around, they talkin' down, they gon' try to play on me
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| That pussy boy think I’m lackin', must not know it stay on me
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| Fifty plus another fifty, that’s what this bitch take on it
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| They wake the city up and drop, I told them bitches wait on it
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| Catch him in his grandmom house and put that fuckin' K on him
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| And it ain’t no coppin' out, so, bitch, you better pray on it
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| Funerals and t-shirts with your fucking face on it
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| Can’t get no peace since they been watching my move
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| I really been stressing from all the shit I go through
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| They wasn’t accepting my calls, what the fuck I do to you?
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| Eyes closed, I seen loud jackets me in the room
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| Nobody but me, myself, and who?
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| Fuck trust, can’t put my trust in him or you
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| You don’t trust me so why the fuck should I trust you?
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| You don’t love me so why the fuck should I love you?
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| And all that shit was fake that you had told me
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| And all that shit I hate, the truth is what you showed me
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| And better yet, the only way I did fuck with you
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| Is from the shit that you told me (Damn)
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| Oh-woah, hurt to my soul
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| Oh-woah, my life felt froze
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| Oh-woah, I really don’t know
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| Oh-woah, I’m losing control
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| My body aching, I’m getting tired of this shit
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| I’m tired of waiting, I’m getting tired of this shit
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| I wanna wake up, but I’m so tired of this shit
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| And all love do is hurt, I wanna smile from this shit
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| Oh-woah, I’m tryna rise from this shit
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| Oh-woah, they tryna pull me down from this shit
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| Oh-woah, they think I stayed from 'round all this shit
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| Oh-woah-woah
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| Oh-woah, I can’t be found in this bitch
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| They lookin' for me, bitch, I’m way up off the ground in this bitch
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| You fuck with me, then it’s up, it’s goin' down in this bitch
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| You fuck with me, then it’s stuck, you goin' down in this bitch
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| Oh-woah, bitch, you a clown and I know it
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| And I got them bands in my account, I ain’t gotta show it
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| I used to walk around with fifty bands and they couldn’t ignore it
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| Through all the stress, I’m still blessed, that’s why I’m thanking the Lord
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| Bitch, we clutchin' on them cutters, swing this bitch like a sword
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| Since he fat mouthin' on Insta', I’ma step on that boy
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| We gon' hop out with some big shit that’ll shut down your car
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| 23, bitch, we gon' creep, we all ready for war, ayy
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| I ain’t got no time to play
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| All my niggas clutchin' on them fuckin' K’s
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| You move wrong, and I swear to God we spray
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| At your door, we gon' kill your ass today
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| Ain’t nobody safe
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| Nigga, fuck that, you ain’t safe, bitch
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| Draco, I bang
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| I’m in love 'cause she’ll face it
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| Two clips with tape
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| That’s full of lead, this bitch erase, bitch
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| It’s a cold game
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| That’s why we ride around with eight years |