| What up, Rippah?
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| Oh, oh
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| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
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| I wrap up them wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
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| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
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| Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
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| Don’t understand, how could you let me down? |
| Say, bro, don’t bother me
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| That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me
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| Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again
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| Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends
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| Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in
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| Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van
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| We rollin' on Perkies, puff on the X, ready to do whatever
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| Police took my burner, I had to go cop a new Beretta
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| Was young as the fuck, pops had went to jail, he steady writin' letters
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| Now I’m growin' up like thug life, they say his daddy in him
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| We movin' in the fast time, don’t play with my mental
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| I’ll spend my last dime to bring back all my niggas
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| And now I’m on the headline, I’m chasin' buku figures
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| Shout out to my niggas livin' grimy, them my fuckin' slizzards
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| I been gettin' oh so high, tryna take my pain away
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| I know that all the good die young, but I just can’t today, oh no
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| I been grindin' for a minute, I’m just tryna get a roll
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| Bitch, just stay up out my business, I don’t say, then you don’t know
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| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
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| Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
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| Don’t understand, how could you let me down? |
| Say, bro, don’t bother me
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| That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me
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| Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again
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| Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends
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| Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in
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| Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van
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| Slide through with them sticks, fuck who you with, bitch, we gon' spin a bend
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| Up the drake and hit and if we miss we still gon' spin again
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| No, I ain’t got no pic so when I spit I aim above the chin
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| I live the life of sin, you fuck with mines, I bring yours to an end
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| Feel I can’t win, all my brothers in the pen
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| I can’t do no friends, they all pussy and pretend
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| And these scary ass niggas, they know what it is
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| They be throwin' up slang through the wind
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| If we catch 'em in traffic, we gon' let 'em have it
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| My steppers, they gon' do you in
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| I been tryna keep my head high but that shit hard for me
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| I be on them Perkies every night, it’s hard to sleep
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| He touch my chain, I gotta take a life, step on that boy for me
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| We at your house, you know this shit outside, all in your yard, we creep
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| Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
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| Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
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| Don’t understand, how could you let me down? |
| Say, bro, don’t bother me
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| That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me
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| Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again
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| Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends
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| Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in
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| Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van
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| Ayy, oh, woah-oh-oh
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| Oh-ooh-oh, oh, woah-oh-oh
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| Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah-oh-oh
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| OBN, da-da-da-da
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy |