| I’m still on that same shit, they know just how I’m comin'
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| Pull up and we on that bang shit, no talkin', we just dumpin'
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| Hope you don’t step in my lane nigga, we gon' put you under
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| Shooter still clutch on that same pistol, he’ll stone your brother
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| And I’m still ridin' with the same niggas, we can’t run from nothin'
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| Told 'em I won’t ever change nigga, forever I love you
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| Me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle
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| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch I made it out the gutter
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| I die 'bout none your shit but all my niggas with that gunplay
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| Ain’t have to ask for shit, make sure I get that money some way
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| Me tryna trust again like tryna keep straight on a one way
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| We thuggin' all day Saturday, ain’t go to church on Sunday
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| Was clutchin' tools, said fuck the rules, didn’t go to school on Monday
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| I hit the alley on yeah to fuck with Donjay
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| These pussy niggas want be like me but it’s only one Jay
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| And since you on that stupid shit, bitch you gon' die the dumb way
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| I’m still on that same shit, they know just how I’m comin'
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| Pull up and we on that band shit, no talkin', we just dumpin'
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| Hope you don’t step in my lane nigga, we gon' put you under
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| Shooter still clutch on that same pistol, he’ll stone your brother
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| And I’m still ridin' with the same niggas, we can’t run from nothin'
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| Told 'em I won’t ever change nigga, forever I love you
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| Me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle
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| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch I made it out the gutter
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| They gon' try to play you close just 'cause they knowin' that you love them
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| If they cross you once before, what makes you figure you can trust them?
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| Certain shit they’ll never know, they ask me, I’m like fuck 'em
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| You want cancer, we on go, pull out with sticks and touch 'em
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| Shooter walkin' down your road, all black and bitch he clutchin'
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| He politely up the pole, no hesitation, bust it
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| Next time we gon' take his soul, that dumb shit, we like fuck it
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| All you niggas really hoes, gon' snap you and your brother
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| All my youngins in the cut, don’t give a fuck, yeah they be thuggin'
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| We pull up and fuck shit up, be out my top when I’m in public
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| With the shits you say you with, I send a blitz, it’s on the muscle
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| You a bitch, I grab a stick, here go the barrel, you can suck it
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| I’m still on that same shit, they know just how I’m comin'
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| Pull up and we on that fame shit, no talkin', we just dumpin'
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| Hope you don’t step in my lane nigga, we gon' put you under
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| Shooter still clutch on that same pistol, he’ll stone your brother
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| And I’m still ridin' with the same niggas, we can’t run from nothin'
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| Told 'em I won’t ever change nigga, forever I love you
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| Me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle
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| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch I made it out the gutter
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Made it out the gutter, out the gutter
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| Made it from the gutter, from the gutter
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| Nigga play and I’ma touch him, I’ma touch him
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| Nigga play and we gon' bust 'em, graow, baow
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| Nigga want for nothin', 23 shit |