| I can’t let these niggas knock me off my pivot
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| God sat me down and talked to me, I listened
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| I was in that cell, he told me that I’m gifted
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| I don’t make it in the booth, then I’ma make it in the kitchen
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| I’m special with the mic, special with the whippin'
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| I ran out of money, had to pay attention
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| All the people that was 'round me, they ain’t have my best interest
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| You ain’t have my best interest
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| You lazy with yo' loyalty and yo' position
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| And now I gotta execute 'cause you don’t listen
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| That throwaway on me dumpin' with precision
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| I know shawty only on my trail 'cause she see a ticket
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| I’m readin' between the lines and peepin' they intentions
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| Can’t have you niggas around me, shit gon' go to missing
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| I had to press that bump, I had to feel it
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| You know if it ever come down to it, a nigga with it
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| All these drugs got the whole world jiggy
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| Hoes comin' out they clothes and niggas trippin'
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| Why hit the top to go back to the bottom?
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| All these bitches fallin' for me like it’s Autumn
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| I’m tryna tell you, homie, you don’t want none
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| They freed me so I’m right back to that mon-yun
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| Somebody tell these niggas they don’t want none
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| Kodak Black but I’m spreadin' blue hundons
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| They sent my nigga Cool on the fuckin' run
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| When they let him out of prison, I’ll be 31
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| I knew I was a star when I was sellin' hard
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| Everybody told me I would make it when I was on the block
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| See, before this rap shit, I was jackin' cars
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| I couldn’t get all my time 'cause I was doin' fraud
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| Me and my nigga Lil' Marcus tearin' up the Wyatt
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| It hurt me to my heart, heard they gave him 25
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| I’m from the Noya, all I know is slang that iron
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| Just like I told you, if I’m lyin' then I’m flyin'
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| Just like I told you, if I’m lyin' then I’m flyin'
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| Just like I told you, if I’m lyin' then I’m flyin' |