| You is outside?
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| Where at?
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| Let me see
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| I don’t know where outside is
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| He is outside
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| Flip it, flip the camera
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| Go to that gate right there
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| I don’t really, ayy
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| Ayy
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| I don’t really get mad, but I get even
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| Time to run my bag up, it’s that season
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| Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason
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| Your nigga a dog, you better free him
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| You worried 'bout me, you better get your check up
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| If my nigga out of line, I gotta see who next up
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| You ain’t really on my level, bitch, you better step up
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| I’m runnin' to my bag, tryna run the rest up
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| Serious when I’m talkin', I don’t play around
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| Got that cocky look but I just to have a frown
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| Need a real nigga who I know gon' hold it down
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| Watch your tone talkin', you gettin' way out of bounds
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| Drop my tape, get some bands, that’s the plan now
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| Gotta do shit on my own, I ain’t got no handouts
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| Can’t bring you to the shows, you the type to fan out
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| And these bitches is my sons, sorta like my fans now
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| A lot of shit up on my mind, it’s getting hard to think
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| You hoes be sad up, stop hitting me, tryna link |
| Throw y’all in the water, you bitches, y’all gon' sink
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| Can’t be friendly with these hoes 'cause they ain’t built like me
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| I don’t really get mad, but I get even
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| Time to run my bag up, it’s that season
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| Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason
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| Your nigga a dog, you better free him
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| Your nigga a dog, he all up in my DMs
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| And I can tell when you postin', you ain’t tryna free him
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| He be lyin' on the 'Gram too, tryna pretend
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| Actin' like he in love with you, caption his bitch a ten
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| Grew up in the game, so this shit ain’t new
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| Lot of shit y’all don’t see, can’t walk in my shoes
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| Demon niggas, they with me, they ain’t got shit to lose
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| I just walk in the room and these niggas choose
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| I don’t speak first, that’s my biggest problem
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| But I don’t like making friends 'cause nobody solid
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| No nigga ran from me, I got my own knowledge
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| Yeah, I’d rather spend yours, but I got my own pockets
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| I don’t really get mad, but I get even
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| Time to run my bag up, it’s that season
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| Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason
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| Your nigga a dog, you better free him |