| Yeah |
| You know, shit, I'ma take y'all through life |
| Do this whole tutorial, I'ma take y'all through life |
| All emotions right now |
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| Niggas at the prayer call with a knife in they sweater |
| You're holdin' hands together, but homie slimy as ever |
| Some of them guys the devil and they be lyin' when tell you |
| That they prayin' for you, really pray you get nine years or better |
| Nigga a jailhouse peach, but he fuckin' his niece |
| Lie through his teeth, when he get out, he right back in them streets |
| They say he jumpin' on cases to get his time shortened |
| Everybody got they eyes closed, but his wide open |
| At the prayer call, prayin' on your downfall |
| Every night, 9 o'clock, that nigga prayin' on your downfall |
| Yeah, young nigga comin' out the projects, my mama born in Haiti |
| I ran up five million dollars, then I went fuckin' crazy |
| I started playin' with my nose, I wanted to catch a body |
| I see these platinum and gold, whoever thought that I'd be |
| Gettin' two hundred a show? Now he got a Porsche and 'Rari |
| Swerve off the lot in a Rolls, they hate to see me shinin' |
| So I drop the top on that Rolls, make sure they see me slidin' |
| I went right back to my golds, I should've kept my diamonds |
| Got so much pain in my soul, but they gon' still me smilin' |
| All my Snipers right behind me, none of this money don't define me |
| They think I just been whinin', but I'm investin' and grindin' |
| Out here, it ain't hard to find me, ain't never doin' no hidin' |
| I see it in your face, bitch, you lyin' again |
| All that a nigga want is some honesty |
| I'm runnin' with lock 'cause it go down in the pen' |
| You see it in my face, I'm on them mollys again |
| When I get you, I'ma cuff you like it's a warrant for your arrest |
| I'm runnin' with the Snipes, can't lose my life in the feds |
| I was way more happier in the projects |
| Reminiscin' on days when I was robbin' |
| I know you missin' them days when you was my bitch |
| But why I gotta remind you to keep it solid? |
| Yeah, I pop checkbooks and I pop pills |
| I was locked up with the crooks on the top tier |
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| Good dope got me noddin' off, mm |
| Got me lookin' Barbara Hale |
| Shawty told me take my diamonds off, mm |
| 'Cause she love me for my heart, it's there |
| Your virginity, it's been killin' me |
| If you feelin' me, you should chill and see |
| You should wait with me, have some faith in me |
| Baby, stay with me and don't play with me |
| Good dope got me noddin' off (Yes, sir) |
| Got me lookin' Barbara Hale (Yes, sir) |
| Shawty told me take the diamonds off (Yes, sir) |
| 'Cause she love me for my heart, it's there (Yes, sir) |
| Your virginity, it's been killin' me |
| If you feelin' me, you should chill and see |
| You should wait with me, have some faith in me |
| Baby, stay with me and don't play with me |
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