| I feel like the greatest, only been at this for two years
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| Thank God this shit happened so quick
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| Fashion me the latest, money comin' in but so do hatred
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| Shit ain’t how I pictured, but I faced it
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| Emotions, I erased it, fuck havin' feelings, I replaced it
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| Should’ve peeped that fu shit from the bases
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| This when the mistakes hit, tired of gettin' caught up in this fake shit
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| I just can’t sit comfy with no snake shit (No snake shit)
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| I been holdin' demons inside, I can’t lie
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| So if you ain’t ready to die, then don’t try
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| I gotta make it home so my momma don’t cry
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| I’d rather do the sentence, least time will go by
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| Yeah, the pain so numb, I don’t feel none
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| Shooters still runnin' 'round with no chill button
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| Still be totin' in the town, finna drill some
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| Let a nigga run up on me, thinkin' I won’t kill some
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| And I keep the gang with me, try, but we itchin'
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| Everybody get it, if it’s static, won’t spare shit
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| Really on my bully, 2020, we ain’t playin'
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| Now it’s lit for everything, don’t care 'bout what you sayin'
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| Momma, she was prayin', I was on that block, with
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| Really put in twenty years of work but then I got with
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| Suddenly I ain’t never go to church because that block pay
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| Big .40 cal' in my shirt, no karate
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| Fuck what the opps say, fuck what the cops say
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| Big Smelly drive, we for E, that’s the block way
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| If you feel a way, grrt-bow, what the Glock say
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| All my niggas tryna get the bag, fuck the pop way
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| I just want my name to be around when I ain’t here (Oh, oh, oh)
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| Livin' in the moment, but I want this shit for years
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| They like, «Tjay, bro, you made it», I still feel like I ain’t there
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| A lot of niggas hated, I said, «Fuck it, I don’t care 'cause I’m takin' off»
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| I’ma soon be the greatest, takin' off
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| I’ma soon be the greatest, takin' off
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| I’ma soon be the greatest, huh
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| I’ma soon be the greatest
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| What did they did not say, dick suckin' crazy
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| Everybody tryna beef for clout like it’s wavy
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| Guess I’m just too real, I stood solid, how they made me
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| I can never be a goofy nigga if they paid me
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| Songs too heat now, everything is wavy
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| Lot of niggas think it’s competition, they amaze me
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| I was goin' downhill, jail kinda saved me
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| Gotta keep the hard work, ain’t no gettin' lazy
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| Smokin' opposition kinda sorta got me dazy
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| Think you’d last a day up in my shoes, a nigga trade me
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| Bitch, I need a billion in blues like I’m JAY-Z
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| Huh, R.I.P. |
| to Mavy
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| Bitch, I’m cookin' up, got the sauce like it’s gravy
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| If you want a feature, get your money right and pay me
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| Still, when the time come, it might be a maybe
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| It depend on the type of record that you gon' play me
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| I can’t do a wack verse, industry betrayed me
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| Every time you hear my name, you know I’m goin' crazy
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| Really, I’m a trench kid, SB really made me
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| Really had the same goal and dream since a baby (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| I just want my name to be around when I ain’t here
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| Livin' in the moment, but I want this shit for years
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| They like, «Tjay, bro, you made it», I still feel like I ain’t there
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| A lot of niggas hated, I said, «Fuck it, I don’t care 'cause I’m takin' off»
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| I’ma soon be the greatest, takin' off
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| I’ma soon be the greatest, takin' off
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| I’ma soon be the greatest, huh
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| I’ma soon be the greatest
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| I been holdin' demons inside, I can’t lie
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| So if you ain’t ready to die, then don’t try
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| I gotta make it home so my momma don’t cry
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| I’d rather do the sentence, least time will go by
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| Yeah, the pain so numb, I don’t feel none
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| Shooters still runnin' 'round with no chill button
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| Still be totin' in the town, finna drill some
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| Let a nigga run up on me, thinkin' I won’t kill some
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| I’ma soon be the greatest
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| I’ma soon be the greatest |