| I guess you wasn’t nothin' different than them after all
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| Booted up, Molly jolly, no Adderall
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| I got tired of eatin' PB&J, noodle casserole
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| All my niggas behind the wall
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| All my niggas, they in the pen
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| Or they in the grave
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| Flyin' in the dove, nigga, fuck a Wraith
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| This what it sound like
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| Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| Booted up, I’m high, booted up out my mind
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| I’m booted up out my mind
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| This what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| This what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| This what it sound like when I try to cry
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| I be tryin' to cry
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| When my niggas died, I was tryin' to cry
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| When my niggas died, I couldn’t even watch you cry
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| Jumped up out the womb like my daddy the devil
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| My son jumped up out the womb like his daddy the devil
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| Life’s been better
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| I thank the Lord life’s been better
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| Ever since I dropped up outta school, nigga, life’s been better
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| Since I ran out with the tool just to get me some cheddar
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| Had to jump out on a fool, whacked him, teach him a lesson
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| Lil' nigga, I ain’t sparin' you, so I don’t need you to spare me
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| I had jumped up off the porch headfirst, I was ready
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| 'Bout that fetty, take a nigga ass away from his family
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| To hear my nigga tell it, man, that shit damn embarrassing
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| Go back to hittin' licks, got me thuggin' in Maryland
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| Smokin' gas, got my tank on 93 supreme
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| Smokin' gas, drinkin' oil, no kerosene
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| Had to fill all my guns up with blackheads
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| Fill my guns up with diamonds, so I run the biz
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| Fill my gums up with diamonds, look like gingivitis
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| All this money got me lookin' like Illuminati
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| He done caught his first body, swear he did enough
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| You can’t tell him nothin', feel like he a real thug
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| Even in the rap shit, I get real love
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| But how you knowin' real love when you ain’t got a feeling?
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| What you know about trust when you not feeling?
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| I came up, now they pay a nigga top penny
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| Birdman tryna give the kid a couple million
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| Before Atlantic Records signed me, I was gettin' chicken
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| I was scammin', I was plannin' on the same dream
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| I got tired of baloney sandwich, no canteen
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| Got tired of PB&J, noodle casserole
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| I drink the coffee with the Molly, no Adderall
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| I guess someone not different than him after all
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| Stayin' focused on the cheddar, I be spazzin' now
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| Why you think they call him Kodak Black? |
| I be blackin' out
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| These niggas want me in the box like I’m Pacquiao
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| Losin' all my niggas, started drinkin' alcohol
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| I jumped out the womb like my daddy the devil
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| I walked up in the building like I’m young and I’m clever, yeah
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| I walked up in the building like I’m young and I’m special, yeah
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| I got a couple million, also tote a Beretta
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| I dropped out of school just to get me some cheddar
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| This what it sound like
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| Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| Booted up, I’m high, booted up out my mind
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| I’m booted up out my mind
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| This what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| This what it sound like when a vulture cry
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| This what it sound like when I try to cry
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| I be tryin' to cry
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| When my niggas died, I was tryin' to cry
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| When my niggas died, I couldn’t even watch you cry |