| Beg me to say something but they don’t like it when I speak
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| In a foreign, two in the morning, draco next to me
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| Be reminiscing 'bout the past, it get the best of me
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| Gon' fuck around and make me crash if they keep testing me
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| One of the greatest, they say Youngan you the next to be
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| On the muscle, you ain’t know my youngins step for free
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| While you sleeping, up the Glock, rrah, wet your sheets
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| One to the face, two to the chest, and catch your neck with three
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| When Famous faded he pull over and he let me drive
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| No water in my cup, sippin' lean, got heavy eyes
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| Three quarters in the clip, this bitch hold a seventy-five
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| Ain’t sparing shit, I feel like you ain’t gon' let me slide
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| 'Cause when it’s up, you gon' get flushed, let’s see who gon' ride
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| Real shit, when pressure hit, let’s see who gon' slide
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| We got a water full of sharks, now let’s see who gon' dive
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| Pull up get the business clear, I know some niggas who don’t mind
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| That cutter spit, you gon' reverse, knock your shit out of drive
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| My aim perfect, guaranteed I hit four out of five
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| Yeah Red really fuckin' teachers, that shit not a lie
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| I ain’t never did that shit either but I gotta try
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| Taking off on these niggas, they can’t keep up with me
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| This a message for anybody thinkin' they can fuck with me
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| Play and you gon' lose, no April Fools
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| Don’t try your luck with me, it’s up with me
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| Don’t Instagram beef bitch, get in touch with me
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| Been fucked over all my life, it really ain’t no trust in me
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| I place the order, it won’t cost a quarter, you get touched for free
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| Red gon' pull up, hop out in black, up and bust for me
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| We gon' smash the witness, so it really won’t be much to see
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| I’m the sickest nigga on the planet what they tellin me
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| If I go lay down today, nobody gon' be mailing me
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| Thinkin' 'bout my future make me wonder how can heaven be
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| Fuck with mine you going under, not six but seven feet
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| Ain’t nobody perfect but I’m workin' on a better me
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| I got shooters lurking, clip curving like the letter G
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| No shoes, ball in twos, I know dudes who’ll step for me
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| Just stay off the streets, inside is where you better be
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| Shootin' for the stars, faith in God, I ain’t giving up
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| Hate on me for what? |
| I’m focused so I don’t give a fuck
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| Today might be my last, so every day I’ma live it up
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| Can’t keep it real, move around, matter fact I’ma get the fuck
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| Won’t catch me with my head down, it stay lifted up
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| Ain’t got no heart, what the fuck I’ma have feelings for?
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| I know some youngins get it done, they don’t Insta-thug
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| Really out they body and don’t know what they living for, yeah
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| You know, I’m taking off on you niggas, hey
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| You know, Youngan up next, yeah
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| Grab the Glock before I leave the crib, I’m tucking my burner
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| Life a lesson every day so I just keep on learning
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| Stepped on they neck for my respect, I ain’t stop 'til I earned it
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| Loud pack take away stress, twist the blunt and I burn it
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| Grab the Glock before I leave the crib, I’m tucking my burner
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| Life a lesson every day so I just keep on learning
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| Stepped on they neck for my respect, I ain’t stop 'til I earned it
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| Loud pack take away stress, twist the blunt and I burn it |