| KimJ with the heat
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| XTT produced that one
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| Yeah
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| My niggas didn’t die broke but it ain’t make sense
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| My head high doing jail time
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| Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in
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| I know not to call 'em next time
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| I questioned devils, won’t ask again
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| Tryna make a billion on accident
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| Old money, I want no new friends
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| Won’t get a chance to come and hurt me again
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| Pain still the same, it get no better
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| I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy
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| Lot of niggas 'round me but I’m still lonely
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| Know I’m godsent, you can smell it on me
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| And I still shine without the sun on me
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| First day outta jail, had a gun on me
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| Only way to beat me is make me stop breathing or put the police on me
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| I’m a successful young nigga but I ain’t scared to risk it
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| Make them boys spin on your block 'til they dizzy
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| Driver no show
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| Got them racks in the cupholder
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| I’m counting money for the niggas that’s gone
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| I’m counting money for the niggas that’s here
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| I can’t let 'em do me like youngin, I know how it is
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| I knew the good die young right when Ceelo got killed
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| Every time I speak about that shit, my whole body get chills
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| So many times I remember telling dude chill
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| Paramedics put the blanket on him
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| I look in Ceelo mama’s eyes, I don’t know how she feel
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| I know she hurt, she just play like she stronger
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| Low with the hoodie on sliding like I’m Highbridge
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| Got more style than my stylist
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| When I was talking, they ain’t listen
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| Pain is my witness
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| The pastor probably wanna kill me, I’m in church with my pistol
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| I just talked to John Wall, he say his mama die
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| I guess ballin' don’t mean nothin'
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| He was asking 'bout my court date
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| I told him, «Balling don’t mean nothing»
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| Before I go to sleep, I hit my knees and I pray
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| Protect me from police and keep them demons away
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| I don’t care what I see, Lord, just let me see today
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| For them to free Draco, I’d do whatever that it takes, yeah
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| My niggas didn’t die broke but it ain’t make sense
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| My head high doing jail time
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| Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in
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| I know not to call 'em next time
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| I questioned devils, won’t ask again
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| Tryna make a billion on accident
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| Old money, I want no new friends
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| Won’t get a chance to come and hurt me again
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| Pain still the same, it get no better
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| I keep seeing blood on my Margielas, ayy
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| Lot of niggas 'round me but I’m still lonely
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| Know I’m godsent, you can smell it on me |