| Aye I’m just going through one of my old pads and shit you know what I’m sayin'
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| So versatile I don’t even need no auto-tune and none of that shit
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| I could sweep the flow up, the melody
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| Like I could speak to all her fans through every genre
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| I fuck with this beat
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| Helluva made this beat baby
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| Everything on my path for this
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| I swear to God though I never imagined this
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| I remember I was like done with my savage shit, carjacking shit
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| Seem like I lost more than I ever gained
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| Ain’t get nun out these streets but pain
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| Ain’t get nun out these streets but hard times
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| 'Cause in these streets ain’t nun but hard times
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| Tell C.B. I say wassup
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| Tell everybody I say what’s happening
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| Tell E-Pimp I said shoot me som’in
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| Tell them boys I said stop flaggin'
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| Tell my momma that I’m comin' home
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| Tell the world that it wouldn’t be long
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| Ask my hoes wassup with they phones
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| Tell 'em I’m away but I ain’t gone
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| I said boo bear what you wanna do
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| Once you slide, imma follow through
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| The stand took a nigga up and through it
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| Lil Dash told me, Kodak don’t do it
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| Tell my son that I love his ass
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| Tell 'em I can’t wait to hug his ass
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| This for the niggas who got all that time
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| Now they tryna get him on his back
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| A nigga shot my cousin four times
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| I heard through the wall my brother doubled back
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| I just bumped into this super jit
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| I’m hollering at Lil Fam through the vent
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| I’m letting you know I do this shit for fun
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| Tell me go then consider it done
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| Shoutout Petho and my brother blood
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| My nigga C-Lo he just caught a thug
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| I’m shooting clo in a nigga ass
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| They hit a nigga for his whole bag
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| Tell them boys I said stop crabbing
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| Said it even if I never asked
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| I knew I should’ve told my lil nigga DJ to chill
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| But I can’t tell him shit he doin the same shit that I will
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| I’m thinking bout how would it be if we ain’t get on them pills,
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| if we ain’t never chose the streets and picked up the steel
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| I’m thinkin' bout how would it be if we stayed on the field
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| Like I ain’t even have to rap, cause I got other skills
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| At nights we ran down with them sticks and got them automobiles
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| And we was jackin' cars and shit cause it wasn’t hard to steal
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| Like doin bids and seeing it come, but this the life I live
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| But I know that this my last one, something gotta give
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| Seem like God, got me paying for all the shit I did
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| Cause I slowed down awhile ago, switched up positive
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| The rough was just enough for a nigga fell in love with the thrill
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| But before he forgive gotta pay for a steel
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| And I done did so much of shit that I ain’t proud I did
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| But when I took rappin' serious I threw the towel in
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| But Lord you say you gon' forgive, so forgive me then
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| Cause I done picked the Bible up and read Corinthians
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| I’m still young and I got a lot to experience
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| I guess the first time in my life I felt this serious
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| I gotta lil boy now and I wanna be there for bruh
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| The feeling he give a nigga I ain’t never felt this way before
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| And you can look into my heart and see that I’m forreal
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| That I done resulted in a metamorphosis
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| God, you know my destiny cause you gave me this gift
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| You the one who put this breath in me to make me spit these lyrics
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| You done gave a nigga a chance to pay my momma bills
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| You done turned me to a man unlike my daddy is
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| No this ain’t over, I got some more to spit
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| That was for the real niggas
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| I got some shit for the hoes
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| She made me happy, she made me smile
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| She brought me up, when you let me down
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| She nothing like you, she different
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| She nothing like you, she benevolent
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| She intelligent, she love me better than you
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| Better than, she love me better than you
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| She made me happy, she made me smile
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| She brought me up, when you let me down
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| Could you hold the title, it come with a life
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| Could you hold the title, you don’t have to lie
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| Could you hold the title, could you play the role
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| You can’t hold the title, baby let me hold
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| Could you hold the title, could you play the part
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| Could you hold the title, till death do us part
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| Could you hold the title, hold a nigga down
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| Could you hold the title, tryna figure out
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| Take you out to dinner, stick this dick in your liver |
| I’m fuckin' your head up I’m playing these mind games witcha
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| I’ma suck that pussy good, then you ain’t gon' hear from a nigga
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| I’m fuckin your head up with all these extracurriculars
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| I can fuck Virgin Mary, cause the game so unordinary
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| Had plans on gettin' married til they had me on solitary
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| You left me here stranded, I’m feelin' abandoned
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| You got me so hurt right now I need me a bandage
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| Transgression
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| Show you your corner, who gone stay solid and be down for you
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| When you really want 'em, when you really need 'em
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| When them people playing with your freedom
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| When a nigga shit on me one time but I be tryna get even
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| I’m tryna get equal
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| I’m iced out riding with that heater
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| I’m in that Thunderbird, I’m sliding with that Desert Eagle
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| Tell me who my people, show me where my folks at
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| Who gon' ride for Kodak?
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| Who gon' up and shake on me?
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| Who gon' jump the gate on me
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| Pillow case that thang on it
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| In case he tryna lay on me
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| Changed my address
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| But karma she know where I stayed on it
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| But that bitch better come correct she know that I stay on it
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| I ain’t sleeping so forget about coming creepin' late on me
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| Got the 12 gauge on me
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| I got the 38 on me
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| I got the Mac 10 I used to have the baby K on me
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| I bought a Xbox but ion’t play on it
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| PS4 but ion’t play no games on it
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| The beat over got so much to say on it
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| My heart cold put a glacier on my wrist
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| I’m forever abnormal
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| I know I wrote this shit longer than a average rapper
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| Ya’know I’m sayin glee
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| But you got me fucked up
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| I be damn if you don’t let me keep ridin' this shit boy
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| I’m pulling scams
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| Identity theft
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| Don’t buy my album, cause I don’t care
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| I’m pulling scams
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| Identity theft
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| Don’t buy my album, cause I don’t care
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| I be damn if I don’t find a way to make some cash
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| I be damn if she come over and she don’t get mad
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| Be damned, I be damn if she think she gon' get a bag
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| I be damn if you get me and I don’t get you back
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| 187 you screw me and you get nabbed
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| I wrote this in the cell, free my niggas who ain’t tell
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| I be damn, I be damn if I go out without the heat
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| I be damn if I take that nat nat out to eat
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| Boy you ain’t livin' like that you know you ain’t in the streets
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| Even my hoe can get whacked I be strapped when I be sleep
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| I be damn if you niggas come run up on me
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| I just called my woo man, told him pray over me
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| I be damn I be damn if I don’t come home in a week
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| I be damn I be damn thinkin' a young nigga sweet
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| I be damn if she don’t call me soon the molly kick in
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| I be damn if she don’t tell she gon wanna turn up again
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| Yo bih gave me a key, put me on her lease
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| I’m standin' at the feast til they bring in me a beast
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| It’s too much weight on my shoulder so don’t tell me hold up
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| Feel my heart gettin' colder turning to a polar
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| Reppin' Broward County Florida, I’m from out the nolia
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| Project baby a lil Haitian from the ugly corner |