| Man, they told me, um
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| My first-week sales, I had like sixty-some thousand, but they don’t count J-Pay
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| How the fuck you don’t count the realest niggas, you know what I’m saying?
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| That’s that label shit, fuck that shit (Will-A-Fool)
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| Got kicked out the crib, put a latch on it
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| It feel good to sleep all in the trap, don’t it?
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| I be hanging 'round killers with racks on me
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| I done made me some plays and put tax on it
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| It feel good to come all the way back from it
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| When you up, they gon' say that you act funny
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| You feel cocky, you actually got money
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| Felt neglected when Chino got snatched from me
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| If you love the streets more than you love your family, you crazy
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| They love you more, they adore you more 'cause you made it
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| They turned they back on me, I forgave 'em, I’m crazy
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| Them niggas gon' go, them niggas gon' roll whenever I say it
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| Them niggas some hoes, them niggas some hoes, they don’t get attention
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| You would try to ignore when I’m at my lowest, I don’t forgive you
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| I was at my lowest, I couldn’t afford it, I was so miserable
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| I was ditchin' school, mixing lean and juice, I was off chemicals
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| I ain’t got a choice, I got a voice, this shit difficult
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| Waking up to three million dollars cash, that shit a miracle
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| Can’t let a bitch put me on blast, I’m too spiritual
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| They say I gotta let go of the past, I ain’t hearing you |