| I’m coolin with Cap! |
| Yah
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| I’m saying, it’s like, the thing is
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| The reason why we different is cause, we really been through it,
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| we really live it, you know what I’m saying?
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| The world keeps spinning, ya know what I’m saying?
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| Niggas keep sinning, you know how this shit gonna go
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| It’s hard to win from losing, ya feel me
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| Aye, Fastmoney
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| The shit that I did to you wasn’t on purpose
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| The letters in jail that you’ve written in cursive
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| Knowing damn well you could have just called me
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| Instead you went and outed our business in public
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| Thought about calling and spazzing, then I was thinking like fuck it
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| Ain’t bout to beef over dumb shit, but put a bitch in her feelings
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| I’m bout to run off with millions
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| Buy me some cribs and some buildings
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| Stack all this shit for my children
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| Whether it came off the hustle or come off the muscle, basically they ain’t
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| ever gonna struggle, I put that shit on my heart
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| I put that shit there on God, push start in all of these cars
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| I drop the top, all I hear is the sound of the ocean
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| Ain’t even pull out the driveway, M6 is built like it flowin
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| Fool cause I want some more
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| She fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing right next to shore
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| Can’t fall in love with no whore
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| I was just right there on Auburn just servin' the raw
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| It’s so much shit that I saw
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| It’s so much shit that I’ve done
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| I got to ride with the gun
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| Try me, no I’m not the one
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| Shoot up the block just for fun
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| We just spent a nigga cause them pussies tried to kill me
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| You ain’t never shoot it out, you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| Never trappin out your house, you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| All I talk is facts, I’m just giving you the real me
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| Never sold no crack, then you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| You ain’t flip no packs, then you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| Fuckin' dimes inside your trap, you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| They shot, you ain’t shoot back, then you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| I had my momma by that work that I’m servin'
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| Tried to get better but nobody perfect
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| Can’t please everybody, this shit never worth it
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| These niggas say they have you, ain’t got you
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| Nigga you runnin', say nigga they shot you
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| The streets they get wicked, I ride with a Smith’n'
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| Shoot you myself, man I don’t need no witness
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| I do it myself, bitch I handle my business
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| Most of these niggas be bitches
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| Talkin' that tough shit on Twitter
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| They tryna get me indicted
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| Time that he livin' on borrowed
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| We screamin free all the opps
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| Cause this shit really be getting boring
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| Might shoot it out with my producer
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| I got the strap in the booth, I’m recording
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| I play the stu' till like 8 in the morning
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| Jumped in the wraith and escape, n I’m pourin
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| No I ain’t poppin no molly, but I take perkys and acid and syrup
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| All in my body
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| Ain’t got nobody the codeine got me when I need somebody
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| Be out the way, cause my niggas don’t play
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| Niggas just thievin' somebody
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| Put that on god, got it on in the booth here beside me
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| Nigga my niggas, he caught a body
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| We just spent a nigga cause them pussies tried to kill me
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| You ain’t never shoot it out, you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| Never trappin out your house, you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| All I talk is facts, I’m just giving you the real me
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| Never sold no crack, then you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| You ain’t flip no packs, then you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| Fuckin' dimes inside your trap, you probably wouldn’t feel me
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| They shot, you ain’t shoot back, then you probably wouldn’t feel me |