| Damn, Dior, this shit crazy
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| Yeah
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| I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah
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| Ridin' round with that chainsaw while I’m in Texas, yeah
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| Big on loyalty, got niggas I won’t play 'bout
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| Tied into the game, it ain’t no way out
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| If I go back broke, then I’ma run it up again
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| Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen
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| We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya
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| Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper
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| Fucked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up
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| They hate I’m still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs
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| But it’s still love
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| Ayy, they play, we gon' suit up like the motherfuckin' president
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| It was me and Joe talkin' 'bout shit I couldn’t buy 'den
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| I’m that nigga that they thought woulda never been, free Ten Woah
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| Nigga, it’s death behind this jewelry and my diamonds
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| You servin' raw, you seen it all
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| Fentanyl, get it off
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| Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house
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| So I got so many guns up in the couch
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| See the blood on that money that I’m countin'
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| Before you ban me, gotta kill me in your town
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| Choppa Beyoncé, I just love how that bitch sound
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| Watch out for opps as I hold ghetto down
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| I feel sorry for your soul if you reach for my necklace, yeah
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| Ridin' round with that chainsaw while I’m in Texas, yeah
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| Big on loyalty, got niggas I won’t play 'bout
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| Tied into the game, it ain’t no way out
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| If I go back broke, then I’ma run it up again
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| Murder that she wrote and then I went and took the pen
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| We gon' knock ya nigga down if we never see ya
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| Thought I made it out the streets, I fell a lil' deeper
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| Fucked the same bitches as Meek, watch a nigga count a mil' up
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| They hate I’m still here, I watched them niggas go buy earplugs
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| But it’s still love
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| Have they ever told you good times don’t last?
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| I got niggas in the pen like a wrestling match
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| My lung’s in my right foot, they both on gas
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| If I could, I’d buy you Rollies every time you ask
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| I buy Pateks for your times, I bought you Rollies
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| I buy baguettes for your time, I buy you APs
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| Won’t let 'em grave me
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| A nigga still on top the game like I’m tracin' this shit
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| A nigga still on top the game like McGrady and shit
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| She right back fuckin' in front of your wake, these niggas dyin' for bitches
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| Committin' sins and we can’t count how many times we did it
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| Momma, your child alright, this my destiny
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| I be wantin' trust them niggas but I can’t tho
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| Like a Dodge, I’ll be here when the rain go
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| They tellin' me to go back to my old flow
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| But I can’t tho, I guess that pain show
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| I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain
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| I guess that pain show, I guess that pain show, I guess that pain
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| Remember dreamin' 'bout them presidents
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| Me and Lil Joe talkin' 'bout shit we couldn’t buy 'den
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| Just like New York, my heart is giant
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| Just don’t through away the truth like Eli Manning
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| You servin' raw, you seen it all
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| Fentanyl, get it off
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| Rest in peace Trey Baby, I heard they killed him in his house
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| So I got so many guns up in the couch
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| See the blood on that money that I’m countin'
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| Before you ban me, gotta kill me in your town
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| You servin' raw, you seen it all
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| Fentanyl, get it off
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| You servin' raw, you seen it all
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| Fentanyl, get it off
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| You servin' raw, you seen it all
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| Fentanyl, get it off |