| Wishin' I could erase what we’ve been through
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| Wish that I could erase me hurtin' you
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| Wish me fuckin' these hoes made me forget you (Damn, Kai you goin' crazy)
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| Wishin' I’d get us all out the ghetto
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| These rap niggas can’t see me thought they my sons, yeah, I’m a deadbeat
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| Pretty lil' thing, tried to scoop her, got mess the bed sheets
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| Toronto vibe, she don’t care if I don’t put my dick in 'cause she a head freak
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| She go bed with the dick in her mouth, call her sleepy head, she had the best
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| sleep
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| Studio with all the lights off
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| I’m the same nigga when the mic off
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| Same nigga wanna take the lights off
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| I know that Trump still in the white house
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| I’m hood dreamin', codeine in my bloodstream had me aggravated
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| I lost a lot of friends, when they die, tell my mama bury me with a navigation
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| (I'ma find them)
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| On the road to riches, I jumped off the exit for some niggas I love
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| I almost OD’d off them Xans, I was thinking 'bout killin' myself
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| Made a bond with another nigga bitch even though it was time to bail (It was
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| time to bail)
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| It when I take money down to the county jail (Yeah)
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| Wanna go overseas, I ain’t no felon
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| You still a rat if you thought 'bout tellin'
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| Twenty-two K let’s walk by (Yeah)
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| Percocet and the Addy (Yeah)
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| Misery loves company, my old ho sent the addy (Do that)
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| Crushed diamond emeralds on me, I don’t know how it happened
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| Drop a car but you can’t post it, 'cause you don’t wanna get caught lackin'
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| They told me money would fix everything (They lied)
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| I dropped some tears on a hundred grand (I cried)
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| So you sayin' I’m supposed to stack this paper up, just for you to fuck it up,
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| for you to say I’m real?
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| I really do not care 'bout RP’s or roxies
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| I just pray lil jojo get appeal (Woah, woah, woah)
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| I know lot of niggas wasn’t really with me, I seen they crooked smiles
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| But this love for 'em, I wanted to give 'em veneers
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| I hold my money, gotta ear, you just had a year, so what you crying 'bout?
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| They ain’t want me to spike the ball, I bought two Rollies and now I got time
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| out
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| Fuck me up, I couldn’t help Dave, I seen him on the curb dying now
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| Wishin' I could erase what we’ve been through
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| Wish that I could erase me hurtin' you
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| Wish me fuckin' these hoes made me forget you
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| Wishin' I’d get us all out the ghetto
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| These rap niggas can’t see me thought they my sons, yeah, I’m a deadbeat
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| Pretty lil' thing, tried to scoop her, got mess the bed sheets
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| Toronto vibe, she don’t care if I don’t put my dick in 'cause she a head freak
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| She go bed with the dick in her mouth, call her sleepy head, she had the best
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| sleep
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| Seven days in the trap, he don’t want me to say it, he was goin' crazy
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| I know a Blood who scam, he don’t wanna leave the bank, he be goin' brazy
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| Said he 'bout to see me on the Gram, hol' up
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| He must not rap no more, it’s bigger than that, trust me
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| My spine hurts, 'cause I gave back so much, my knee crutched
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| Niggas attend, I watch with an axe, no way my time get cutted
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| Digital scales, once your ten is a nine, you’ll die end up in custody
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| Think 'bout the Rolls Royce, we used to walk for hours (We talking 'bout that)
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| Now we quit the job and we pray we get off first
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| I’m real life rapping 'bout money even though I went got me some
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| Lot of these niggas OG’s rats in the city we from
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| Twenty-one pairs of Diors, I buy 'em like they Dions
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| I know a gangsta who went to jail and got treated like a peon
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| Writin' free my niggas on my banner, I’m in Off-White coats
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| I know a trapper, he won’t never buy designer, he got off-white coke
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| She want me to cuff her, made her fuck my brother, beat her to it,
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| she couldn’t even clap it on me
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| Got a FaceTime with James Harden, he motivate me to always keep a rocket on me
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| I’m workin' hard, don’t want vacation, my niggas died on home invasions
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| Got a pistol with me on probation, hours no visitations
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| I’m grown, I’m still a project baby
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| Free lunch at the recreation, yeah
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| Sorry grandma I ain’t graduate, who the hell cares
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| I know niggas who got diplomas sittin' in jail cells
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| Cartier, eight hundred for a pair, I broke three of 'em in a year span
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| Now they book me, I came a long way from standin' in line waitin' on a wrist
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| band
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| Wishin' I could erase what we’ve been through
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| Wish that I could erase me hurtin' you
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| Wish me fuckin' these hoes made me forget you
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| Wishin' I’d get us all out the ghetto
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| These rap niggas can’t see me thought they my sons, yeah, I’m a deadbeat
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| Pretty lil' thing, tried to scoop her, got mess the bed sheets
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| Toronto vibe, she don’t care if I don’t put my dick in 'cause she a head freak
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| She go bed with the dick in her mouth, call her sleepy head, she had the best
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| sleep |