| My back to the world, yeah
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| My back to the world when I’m walkin'
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| My back to the world when I’m walkin'
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| I don’t ever plan on stoppin', yeah
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| I had nobody around me I was just frozen and shrouded
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| But even if you took a shot at the water you couldn’t drown me
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| I’m burnin' that bridge with you crossin'
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| Nowhere to go you surrounded
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| Turn that blunt to a moshpit only want smoke if It’s crowded
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| I’m in the back of this club rollin' Harley
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| We brought a storm in here makin' it cloudy
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| Money counter on a loop every thousand
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| When we walk into the room we the loudest
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| Bass boomin' shit gon' break into houses
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| Full moon scream my name shorty howl it
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| Bring in that bag, you gon' need a bounty
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| Comin' for m? |
| Meet me over the mountain
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| Fuck gms, made it out with a diamonds
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| Fuck trends, can’t be stuck in a boundary
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| Fuck friends, movin' better without 'em
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| Y’all do anything for money and power
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| Runnin' from me but that pink I devour
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| Gettin' hungry stomach keep gettin' louder
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| Goin' wild, nothing’s been the same since the moment I put on that crown
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| What you wanna take? |
| I ain’t havin' it you on that ground
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| You can’t see my face done got so high no I’m not lookin' down
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| No you can’t see my face, I’m what you can’t be, no way
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| See what you chasin' okay, but I don’t need saving okay?
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| I’m on ABC, D.O.A. |
| watchin' binoculars he gon' hate
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| Poppin' the lock on this Pinot bae
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| Poppin' it, poppin' it, relocate
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| I was goin' crazy in my cave and you won’t behave
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| Twisted all my locs into the braids, M.I.A
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| You killin' my mood, pour me a cup make a toast
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| If you wanna leave Ima open the door
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| Ima die 'fore the money get old
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| Ima die 'fore I switch on my bro
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| Know you like when I switch up my flows
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| I was down bad I had nowhere to go
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| Step in yo city they call me the goat
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| Time for a Hot Winter, word to Sol
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| She know I’m hot nigga head to toe
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| Givin' no pity you told me you thuggin' and shit but we all know you ain’t on go
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| We really pop niggas in the cold
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| Was in ninth grade with a pole
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| Likely, fighting with my soul
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| Rest in peace Virgo fasho
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| My niggas already know that it’s R.I.P. |
| Lexie
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| I’m finna pour out her bottle, R.I.P. |
| Auntie
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| I know her spirit protect me where would I be without her |