| Fuckin' with them niggas, I knew better
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| Time to change the scoreboard, these suckers tryna move clever
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| Homies ain’t slidin', we can do better
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| I put my trust in a bitch when I knew better
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| Hit that lick when I knew better
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| Fucked with them niggas when I knew better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Put my trust in a bitch when I knew better
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| Hit that lick when I knew better
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| Fucked with them niggas when I knew better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Fuckin' 'round with them niggas when I ain’t have to
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| Mama told me be cool, them niggas bad news
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| Put my trust in a bitch and she fagged too
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| Commissary week and she ain’t even bring the bag through
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| I’m back now, most of these niggas got ho tendencies
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| She say she love me but you know just how these bitches be
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| Murder charges 'cause you know just how these snitches be
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| Shit’ll drive you crazy if you ain’t prepared mentally
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| Touchdown, I wasn’t going for no field goal
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| Too much on the line 'cause me and my daughter real close
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| I knew better, who think they fucking with me?
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| Hammer on me, brothers with me, shit ain’t nothing to me
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| Collecting money for Lee until my nigga get back
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| You said you love him, shit got tough, where you niggas was at?
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| You knew better you’d do better, them niggas faking
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| Caught up in your old ways, you niggas ancient
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| I put my trust in a bitch when I knew better
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| Hit that lick when I knew better
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| Fucked with them niggas when I knew better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Put my trust in a bitch when I knew better
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| Hit that lick when I knew better
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| Fucked with them niggas when I knew better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Re-evaluating what’s important to me
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| Free my niggas, fuck a judge, we hold court in the streets
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| I was born into beef, no sucker shit 'cause I ain’t into that
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| Sitting in that cell, I was whipping meals through a garbage bag
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| Tapping in with bruh, checking in on the progress
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| Heard them suckers slid through and the homies ain’t sliding
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| Talking body for body but niggas ain’t trying
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| Dropped them charges in the courtroom and mom started crying
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| Niggas acting like bitches with my name up in they mouth
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| I’m counting up this chicken while niggas counted me out
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| Said I’m moving different the moment they let me out
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| But I went and copped a fifty as soon as they let me out
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| Bitches tapping in, they begging to take me out
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| But I can’t trust a soul 'cause I’m mapping my every route
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| Niggas say it’s love but I know they hating
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| Niggas claim they real but they really faking
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| I put my trust in a bitch when I knew better
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| Hit that lick when I knew better
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| Fucked with them niggas when I knew better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Put my trust in a bitch when I knew better
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| Hit that lick when I knew better
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| Fucked with them niggas when I knew better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Family telling me to do better, I’ma do better
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| Do better
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| Move better
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| Better, better, better |