| Stamping out a packet in my Louis runners, trapline still doing numbers
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| I could push it all in one or break the pack down, only winning niggas in my
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| traphouse
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| Only drilly niggas on the street corners, unruly type of guys that rebuke orders
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| 27 onions that’s 3 corners, brick looking like it crossed over 3 borders
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| Peng like the gyal I wanna jeet down, only mummy and the plug be on speed dial
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| Cooking daily but I still gotta eat out
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| Calamari or a crab salad, I could tell you 'bout the times it was just Dallas
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| But it changed when I worked hard
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| Now I put in 3 goals by the first half
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| Coming heavy right now, it’s just the first draft
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| Went and done it even though they couldn’t see it in me
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| I’m a rapper now my runner grab the re-up for me
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| Street certified, they nod when a G passes
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| Bring the gold bottles, we don’t need glasses
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| We only gonna pour it for the sake of it
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| I know the trap’s wrong, but look what I made off it
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| She didn’t wanna know and now she wanna stay a bit
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| And this ain’t for a moment cos we staying lit
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| Cocaine Yeezys on a Merc brake, Givenchy what the shirt says
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| T-shirt with a pattern cost a Z of cali
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| Drippy nigga with a flipping bally
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| I’m that guy that made a nigga wanna buy a 'rex
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| And this music got me busy so I fly it less
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| 1 week made 10 thou by text, on the phone to Rose where we flying next?
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| And it’s anyday, probably MIA
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| You gotta love life, loved ones I hug mine
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| And I appreciate the fuck ups cos you live and learn
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| Ain’t a day I go without a figure earnt
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| Cah I’m really in the streets when I shouldn’t
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| T-house jugging, with this half key of dirt
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| And everyday it hasn’t changed, new day it’s still the same
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| Kiss my sugar on the forehead and hit the curb
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| Went and done it even though they couldn’t see it in me
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| I’m a rapper now my runner grab the re-up for me
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| Street certified, they nod when a G passes
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| Bring the gold bottles, we don’t need glasses
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| We only gonna pour it for the sake of it
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| I know the trap’s wrong, but look what I made off it
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| She didn’t wanna know and now she wanna stay a bit
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| And this ain’t for a moment cos we staying lit |