| I had gave you so much real, I shouldn’t have done that
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| I sent my nigga on a drill, I pray he come back
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| I got my heat so stop actin' like you cool with me
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| My first time on TV was the news, nigga
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| Had to leave that bitch, she kept tryna record me
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| I do not rap, this shit just real nigga poetry (Ayy)
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| I was just broke, it’s amazin'
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| Soon as I got some money, niggas talkin' like they made me
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| Chains on a nigga, it reminded me of slavery
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| I know you don’t drink Promethazine
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| I still want you to lean on me
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| I’m sorry the streets been callin' me
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| I just hate when you take my dawgs from me
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| So just in case I buy another Frenchie
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| I go out my way to kill enemies
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Bitch, you could have a hundred guns, but it’s about what you gon' do with 'em
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| On top of my opps like mountains, I hate to say what I’m gon' do with 'em
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| My shooters somethin' like Babe Ruth, just ordered me a new hitter
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| And he’s from New York and I’m a giant, nigga, who little?
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| This shit somethin' like the music, after you spin, it get more realer
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| I’m not a gentleman, I walk in and let the door hit her
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| The label, they just cut the check and I ain’t have no sizzle
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| Blue face hundreds, my money ain’t got no rhythm
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| Know my Draco step, that’s why I’m standin' on the porch with him
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| I’ma win and I got ties now, I ain’t sparin' no nickle
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| Real dream chaser, tomorrow I might
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| Tywan was at the corner store with a Mad Dog and a four nickle
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| Nigga made me mad, dawg, I flash out with no liquor
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| You a rapper, not a real nigga, they need to log you out of Twitter
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| I just wanna be alone
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| And leave all of my people strong
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| I still can’t believe we on
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| I had prayed a hundred times, I was still worried
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| He washed that stick a hundred times, it was still dirty
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| I’m tryna smile and go forward like I’m James Worthy
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| My bedroom and my car, it got the same curtains
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| I know it helped me when you changed, but it’s still hurtin'
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| I had to fire all my feelings, it just wasn’t workin'
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| I still ride around with my metal, she got plastic surgery
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| I had gave you so much real, I shouldn’t have done that
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| I sent my nigga on a drill, I pray he come back
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| I got my heat so stop actin' like you cool with me
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| My first time on TV was the news, nigga
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| Had to leave that bitch, she kept tryna record me
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| I do not rap, this shit just real nigga poetry (Ayy)
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| I was just broke, it’s amazin'
|
| Soon as I got some money, niggas talkin' like they made me
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| Chains on a nigga, it reminded me of slavery
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| I just wanna be alone
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| And leave all of my people strong
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| I still can’t believe we on
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| I had prayed a hundred times, I was still worried
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| He washed that stick a hundred times, it was still dirty
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| I’m tryna smile and go forward like I’m James Worthy
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| I know you don’t drink Promethazine
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| I still want you to lean on me
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| I’m sorry the streets been callin' me |