| Yeah, I had to run up a bag
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| I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
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| Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
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| You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass
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| Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move
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| First you get done like the last
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| Chest shots get you left on your back
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| Look, double and triple the racks
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| I started off with a grip and a pack
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| Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max
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| I’m with it all 'til it’s spinnin' it tight
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| I get high just to keep me intact
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| My demon’s callin', said he want me in black
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| Uh huh, yeah, I’m on top, toupee
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| You ain’t talkin' money, fuck what you say
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| I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain
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| I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
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| We didn’t get you yet, get you someday
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| We didn’t get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
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| Bitch, I’m in the field, tell 'em «come play»
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| Hit a lick, like I complain
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| You was in the sun, left me in the rain
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| But, it’s cool, I was with the gang
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| I know niggas change, but I ain’t the same
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| I’m a different man, to the cops I don’t say a thing
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| See an opp, we gon' let it bang
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| Yeah, I had to run up a bag
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| I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
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| Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
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| You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass
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| Step your foot up on the gas, I move
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| First you get done like the last
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| Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
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| I done been through some pain, no healing
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| He don’t want beef, heard I be drillin'
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| Ain’t nobody in school
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| The internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin'
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| All the shorties is losin' their feelings
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| You ain’t saving, so she turn into a villain
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| I can’t even feel pain no more
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| I was down on my last, was broke, needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I
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| got a big bankroll)
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| I can’t even feel pain no more
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| They takin' my niggas to jail, they’re givin' them years
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| They sendin' them home
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| Federales don’t leave us alone
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| They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
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| Got a bag and I got in my zone
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| I’m King of New York if you wanted a throne
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| Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they plannin' on fuckin' your hoe (Fuckin'
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| your hoe)
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| Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they switchin' them, you never know
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| Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they plannin' on killin' their own
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| Yeah, I had to run up a bag
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| I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
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| Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
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| You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass
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| Step your foot up on the gas, I move
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| First you get done like the last
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| Step your foot up on the gas, I move
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| First you get done like the last |