| Granny, Slinko makin' beats again
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| Splurge the God made another one
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| It’s quite a story
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| Yellin', «Gang-gang,"that's how my gang knows
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| Yellin', «Gang,"tellin' my real ones I won’t change, nigga (Granny,
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| Slinko makin' beats again)
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| Yeah (Splurge the God made another one), remain the same, nigga
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| Oh, why?
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| When my mama last her job, after that, couldn’t pay the rent
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| Moved to my auntie’s, slept on the couch, but it still ain’t make no sense
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| I took some losses through it all, but never once berayed the clique
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| You see, my daddy made a dog and your mama raised a bitch, oh, boy
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| Know they pussy, they ain’t solid, that ain’t me
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| Ho, it get real, I’m in the field, I go and change my fit
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| I’m ready to slide and when I drop 'em, I’ma hit like I can’t miss
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| How the fuck you ain’t gon' raise them kids when you made shawty take the dick?
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| I was locked down in a cell, and I can’t lie, I hated it
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| But I know my hustle was illegal, so I know I was takin' risks
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| Yellin', «Fee-fi-fum,"I'm runnin' down with a drum
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| And I’ma keep my gun on me, so they ain’t takin' shit |
| I ain’t wanna be Craig or Day-Day, so I’m Deebo
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| And I ain’t never liked the Batman, so I’m robbin' for the C-note
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| I wasn’t into Spider-Man, the Green Goblin, that was my hero
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| 'Cause I was mobbin' with them choppers, tryna put a opp into sleep mode
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| You said
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| That you would never leave
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| Never ever leave my side, but it caught me by surprise
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| When I found out that you lied to me, I’m on edge now
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| Fuck it, get the money, fuck the flowers, I don’t need 'em
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| And the money and the fame came with the power, I know you see it
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| I couldn’t believe it when you left me, yeah, I needed you
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| And you said fuck the bond we had in the past, I can’t believe it’s true
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| Them folks go crazy, it’s a shame how
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| They see my face in different places and know my name now
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| Same name I made for myself on my chain, yeah
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| I’m still the same, yeah, that’s on my gang, yeah
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| BG4L, yeah, I’m so cut-throat for the gang I rep
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| Hard coat as hell, bitch, I’m still thinkin' 'bout the days you left
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| Held my own like a man, I can’t let a bitch kill my vibe |
| And tell the opps, bitch, I’m still outside and they still gon' die
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| Bricks and a burner phone with some money counters (Like brrt)
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| Four-door Phantoms, tote them hammers like I’m Rambo (That thing go, «Grrr»)
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| the streets, I don’t need no answers
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| Real life stick to the script with no camera, why?
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| You said
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| That you would never leave
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| Never ever leave my side, but it caught me by surprise
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| When I found out that you lied to me, I’m on edge now
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| Fuck it, get the money, fuck the flowers, I don’t need 'em
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| And the money and the fame came with the power, I know you see it
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| I couldn’t believe it when you left me, yeah, I needed you
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| And you said fuck the bond we had in the past, I can’t believe it’s true |