| I swear I felt so abandoned, deep in the gutter where we struggle
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| Same one that plottin' on you nine times outta ten on your left
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| I’m in this Act', start fifty coked up while she playin' in my hair
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| Don’t get your hopes up for the worst, boy, I’m forever prepared
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| Ain’t hard to end up on a shirt, better stay strapped or get nailed
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| Took off from mercy (Woo), same ones around me, know they hate, I prevail
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| I’m sippin' syrup all out my body like my kidneys don’t fail
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| Wockhardt same color molly, got the feds on my trail
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| Block party, we swang his block, then on the street left some shells
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| We jump the gate inisde the trenches like you know what it is (Yeah)
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| Keys to the safe, them seven digits gon' protect all my niggas
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| Please be safe, my grandma favorite word, she know how I’m livin'
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| Knees get to shakin' every time I look at me in the mirror
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| Uh-uh-uh, woah, oh (Uh, uh-uh-uh)
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| Who can I trust, who I can run to? |
| (No run)
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| Who can I trust, who I can run to? |
| (No)
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| Uh-uh-uh, woah, oh (Woo)
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| Yeah, who can I trust, who can I run to? |
| (Ha)
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| Who can I trust, who can I run to?
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| Back against the wall, learned at the hard way they don’t really love me
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| She wanted less for stay in shape 'cause she know all these niggas wanna fuck
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| her
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| If I’m not for you, girl just say it, don’t you play me like no fuckin' buster
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| I’m at the table splittin' bread with all my niggas like the last supper
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| Them hollow tips, they steady chasin' me
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| This murder shit come 'round occasionally
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| I know this shit might sound crazy but I feel safer when I’m in the streets
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| Switch be on that Glock (Grah), we swang they block, that’s not the place to be
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| I swear that all these niggas flawed, so one hundred, ain’t no fake in me
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| They don’t know, I broke the bank just tryna feed all my niggas (Woo)
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| Smoke and flames, that’s all I see when I jump out my vehicle (Skrrt)
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| We earn our stripes, no Adidas, jump out J strapped with that heater (Grah)
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| Like, fuck the store, bro, don’t pull over, let’s just sip out the litter
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| I like the pictures that you post, girl, I can’t wait 'til I meet ya
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| I stump the pedal in the Lamb' truck (Vroom), treat that bitch like a T’d car
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| Clutchin' my metal through the night, can’t even trust my own people
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| It’s been two days, she ain’t my line, she must don’t know that I need her
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| No one to trust 'cause once it’s up this shit get real in the field
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| Don’t want a luck, about the dollar bills I bet you get killed
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| I love Wockhardt, but I can’t drink it 'less the pint came it sealed
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| One of them ones, bitch, I’m the sickest and I’m not tryna get healed
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| Same one that plottin' on you nine times outta ten on your left
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| I’m in this Act', start fifty coked up while she playin' in my hair
|
| Don’t get your hopes up for the worst, boy, I’m forever prepared
|
| Ain’t hard to end up on a shirt, better stay strapped or get nailed
|
| Took off from mercy (Woo), same ones around me, know they hate, I prevail
|
| I’m sippin' syrup all out my body like my kidneys don’t fail
|
| Wockhardt same color molly, got the feds on my trail
|
| Block party, we swang his block, then on the street left some shells
|
| We jump the gate inisde the trenches like you know what it is (Yeah)
|
| Keys to the safe, them seven digits gon' protect all my niggas
|
| Please be safe, my grandma favorite word, she know how I’m livin'
|
| Knees get to shakin' every time I look at me in the mirror
|
| Uh-uh-uh, woah, oh (Uh, uh-uh-uh)
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| Who can I trust, who I can run to? |
| (No run)
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| Who can I trust, who I can run to? |
| (No) |