| Drowning in the spotlights
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| I ain’t worried if it drop right
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| Gucci and some Off-White, baby
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| People talk a lot like
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| They ain’t worried 'bout their own life
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| They just try and clock mine daily
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| I’m high, always throwing more grade in the swisher
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| Drugs that could take away the pain for a killer
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| Standing by my side like you made for a nigga
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| Why I always end up putting faith in a sinner when it’s bad times?
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| I just keep fucking even though I know she 'bout mine
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| Spend a couple thousand tryna see you with a tan line
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| 95 degrees with the Gs and we outside
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| So my niggas dressing like they should be throwing gang signs
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| Even in the Lamb', I can’t afford to lose focus
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| I was stressed out smoking packs to the roaches
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| Never had a love but I was sure what I needed
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| When I got this money, it was just what I wanted
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| Hoping there’s a heaven cah my spirit exhausted
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| I was at the door till they couldn’t ignore this
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| Now I’m overseas tryna buy it, no mortgage
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| I went from VS to the VVS, now they flawless
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| She go to extremes to please me like I’m royal
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| I go to extremes to stay free 'cause I’m lawless
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| Can’t fuck with these bitches, now I can speak cautious
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| Said I always end in the bed if she gorgeous
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| Drowning in the spotlights
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| I ain’t worried if it drop right
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| Gucci and some Off-White, baby
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| Gucci and some Off-White, baby
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| Gucci and some Off-White
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| Middle of the summer, make it feel like winter
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| If you ain’t had your finger numb cold, you a beginner
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| Piling up the swisher, telling stories of a sinner but
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| Lately, all my patience run thinner, it’s come out blood thick
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| I’m drowning out my sorrows
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| Pour up this Henny, think about it all tomorrow
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| It’s never promised, you know all that time’s borrowed
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| Sometimes in life, you gotta keep that prize swallow
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| It can never be no other man’s choices I follow, uh-uh, these niggas hasty
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| I made the lane, they could never tell you they made me
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| Pouring out my heart when all my life got crazy
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| I was lost in these streets but this rap shit saved me, it’s facts
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| You ain’t hear my city till I put it on a map
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| If they try and tell you different, they just hate and it’s cap
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| Hear my old songs, they keep taking me back
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| Like to every time the police come and raided the flat
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| Like to every time the police come and raided the flat
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| Drowning in the spotlights
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| I ain’t worried if it drop right
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| Gucci and some Off-White, baby
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| Gucci and some Off-White, baby
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| Gucci and some Off-White |