| I was on the utter when I slowed down because it’s more to come
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| Nigga was talking down, but calling me now, I can’t pick up the phone
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| Before I leave the house, I don’t wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun
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| Before I leave the house, I don’t wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun
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| Fourteen, been traumatized, that’s the year I lost the one
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| Turned into a Fairy OddParent, this blicky be my wand
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| Point at you, you disappear
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| Including my teeth, I got a quarter mill' from ear to ear
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| I’m up in my Wraith, ain’t takin' nothin' less than six figures
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| Cleaning up my circle, think I’m down, I’m down to six niggas
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| She thought it was cooler on the other side, she switched pillows
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| Trappin' out road in the house, I been runnin' with a lil' Phillipe
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| Ain’t nobody caught nobody, but they all killers
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| Help you if you go down, I’ma take the fall with you
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| Spend some of your savings, you can’t take it all with you
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| But you can leave it to your kids, I’ll never do another bih
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| I’m just tryna do it big
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| I’m keeping my composure, ain’t no nigga out here gon' make me run
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| I told you that I was in my bag, I let it be known I’ma shoot my gun
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| Death before dishonor, I’m taking that, yeah, this young nigga goin'
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| The sun slowin' the so I can shine but I went through the storm
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| I got niggas in the hood active, and they gotta think 'bout what they on
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| I’m rappin', people think I’m gone, I’m workin', I barely sleep at home
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| Cartier hittin' on my arm, white and rose, I look two-tone
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| I’m maintainin' my image, so every day I gotta put that drip on
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| Flicking through my closet, my blicky
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| See, in gang you can’t be in the hood and broke, it’ll make you get on
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| If they heard you got them bands, I guarantee they put no sticks on
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| Shit crazy, they ain’t care, the ones you love be the ones that flip on you
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| Somebody told me 'bout my life, so I walk with a extra clip on me
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| They seen the more that I ain’t fucked up, they can’t wait to hear I slipped
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| I’m a hot boy from the block, all I know is bust out and rip
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| I’m tryna motivate niggas out here with my songs, I’m gettin' tipsy
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| I was on the utter when I slowed down because it’s more to come
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| Nigga was talking down, but calling me now, I can’t pick up the phone
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| Before I leave the house, I don’t wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun
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| Before I leave the house, I don’t wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun
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| Fourteen, been traumatized, that’s the year I lost the one
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| Turned into a Fairy OddParent, this blicky be my wand
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| Point at you, you disappear
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| Including my teeth, I got a quarter mill' from ear to ear |