| Hey we known for popping Glocks out
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| Police used to raid us at my ma house
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| Brought this shit to life doing everything used to talk bout
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| I mean it
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| Wish my dead homies was here to see this
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| Cuz on Jesus I manifested everything I was dreaming
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| We been balling I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call em
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| Fuck the succas still ain’t did shit when whats his name walked up on em
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| Life a deck of cards you never know watchu drawing
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| Tell my peoples that I love em tomorrow is never promised
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| Pistol in my draws got it sitting by where my cock is
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| We gon win up top ain’t no window shots we gon walk it
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| Don’t label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist
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| All them Ls I ever took call them lessons don’t call them losses
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| Mama I’m a thug
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| I fell in love with taking drugs
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| Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums
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| I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
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| Ain’t no 1 on 1s
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| Mama I’m a gangster I’m a thug
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| I don’t tell fakes just how to love
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| So don’t ever count it all |
| Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums
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| I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
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| Ion like the red lights
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| We gon run him over if I got to
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| We spot you
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| Then we gon send you shots like what a ball do
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| Ah choo pistol get to sneezing like it got flues
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| And please don’t use me just because I said I gotchu
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| Congratulations
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| All I ever hear they think I made it
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| Where was you when it was raining
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| We was breaking in the basement
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| If there’s money on the floor
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| Oh you know I’m finna take it
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| I can’t trust a soul people easily manipulate it
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| Mama
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| I know that everything you ain’t wanted
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| You came knocking
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| Now my label send me chase direct deposits
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| You can break somebody defence so I’m moving like it’s offence
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| Fell in love with the streets
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| You lay shit pay with tax
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| Mama I’m a thug
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| I fell in love with taking drugs
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| Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud
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| Can you teach me how to love
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| Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums
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| I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
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| Ain’t no 1 on 1s
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| Mama I’m a gangster I’m a thug
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| I don’t tell fakes just how to love |
| So don’t ever count it all
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| Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums
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| I replaced it with a pistol and a drum |