| I say I’m in the car with killers, but I’m 'posed to be a rapper
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| First off, I was never into all the actin'
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| In the trap with trappers, but I’m 'posed to be a rapper
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| Second off, play with me, I turn you into Casper
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| I ain’t never needed you, I call you niggas for no back-up
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| My opps so broke, man, them pussies cannot catch up
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| Hellcat, Demons, fuck 12, they can’t catch us
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| I’ma tell a lie every time if the feds come
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| Sip an eight of Wocky while I’m in the Bay shoppin'
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| I fucked her, then I left, I’m sorry, I don’t date thotties
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| I’m really 'posed to rap, I’m in the trap, can’t lie
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| He ain’t got a thousand in his name, that’s in my baby bottle
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| I gotta keep that blick on me, can’t go a day without it
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| You want that smoke, we kill your ass the day you say it’s problems
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| The day I got some money, that’s the day the hatin' started
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| We sic the bitches on you first, and then we throw a blanket party
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| Either you ridin' from the start, 'cause ain’t no jumpin' in this bitch
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| My brother fresh off his appeal, he tryna catch up what he missed |
| We tie you up like Uncle Ice, we cut the check like Money Mitch
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| And I was wearin' cuffs then, now it’s AP on my wrist
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| And I don’t gotta do it, I just do it out of love
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| Ever since I got this clout, people I don’t know, they call me cuz
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| I break bread with my day ones 'cause we came from crumbs
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| Even though I’m tryna dodge the pigs, still be sippin' mud
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| I might have to go to rehab, takin' all these drugs
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| I been poppin' all these pain pills 'til my feelings numb
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| When I pull up with the hundred round, turn to Forrest Gump
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| If you wanna smoke a pound of this fifty-five hun'
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| I just pulled up on Lil Pete with a drink, pour it up
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| Make a nigga R.I.P. |
| if he play with one of us
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| You can send 'em to the D from the Bay, run it up
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| If he like to keep it G, he get cake, he one of us, no cap
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| You ain’t never love me like my mama do
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| Make it to the major leagues, you comin' with me too
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| Play for keeps, I got them steppers that’ll step on you
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| Still nobody gettin' hurt, so don’t nobody make a move
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| You ain’t never love me like my mama do |
| Make it to the major leagues, you comin' with me too
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| Play for keeps, I got them steppers that’ll step on you
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| So don’t nobody fuckin' move |