| Look, I do everything I’m supposed to do
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| But fuck them taxes, paid 'em everything I owed you
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| But me and N9na still rolling till the wheels fall
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| They be trolling, last one, damn near killed y’all
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| And I don’t be popping pills, y’all can handle that
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| Don’t be sibling, y’all be leaning back and I’m straight up
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| Still repping for the ones that’s painted up
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| Whoop-whoop-whoop, painted up, whoop-whoop
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| We used to get them tops off, popped off with Caribou Lou
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| But me, I’m a dove, we came up for the fam bam
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| No matter how big or how tall, we still say yes ma’am
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| Learn how to walk 'fore you crawl
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| Ain’t had no plan plan
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| Just me and my sister, my momma, that’s all
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| Ain’t raised by no man and that’s okay
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| Cause
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| I will never leave you
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| Just had to get my mind right so I could be with you
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| And I ain’t never changing up
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| I was busy taking Ls, get my paper up
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| And I been gone for too long, let you tell it
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| And me and bro still can’t get on, let you tell it
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| And y’all don’t be really making a regular song, let you tell it
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| And it’s like I do everything wrong, let you tell it
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| And time ain’t on my side
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| I just be picking up the pieces
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| I’m just tryna drip, I’m just tryna see shit and be somebody
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| Started in the basement
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| I ain’t really say shit
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| Shit whatever work
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| If they feel it then milk it for what it’s worth
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| Been a gift but baby spit a curse
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| Cause that Devil, I think he got me first
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| Lord take me away from these women
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| I been in 'em but it don’t feel like living
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| And it don’t feel like love that I need
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| For my seed and my right sleeve
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| She the sweetest you’ll ever meet
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| Please believe
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| And yes she hold it down with my sons
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| She got all of my funds
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| Tote all of my guns
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| I be loving them buns
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| Never had a setback
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| You can bet that I said that
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| God gave me a jetpack
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| Just tell 'em hoes, they can backpack
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| Let me tell you something
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| And
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| I will never leave you
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| Just had to get my mind right so I could be with you
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| And I ain’t never changing up
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| I was busy taking Ls, get my paper up
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| And I been gone for too long, let you tell it
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| And me and bro still can’t get on, let you tell it
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| And y’all don’t be really making a regular song, let you tell it
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| And it’s like I do everything wrong, let you tell it
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| And time ain’t on my side
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| I just be picking up the pieces
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| I’m just tryna drip, I’m just tryna see shit and be somebody
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| Okay, let me tell it |