| I been in the trap forreal
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| Making guala off then dope fiends
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| Popping shit, hitting licks, with my go team
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| I ain’t ever old me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Had to get my trap jumping, two three
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| For my dogs all in my pack, no you don’t owe me
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| Miss my grandma so they better kill me slowly
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| Miss my grandpa so better both G
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| No I cannot take this no more
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| Fuck I look like, smoking all this dope for
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| Money came in, and turned me to a dope boy
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| All this pressure at sixteen, no I can’t take no more
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| And this shawty I thought was the one
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| When I be gone, I gave her my heart
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| She turned into a bully, and if I had a gun
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| And no time to run,
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| I fell to my knees, and went through my lungs
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| If I tell you that I love you, I can’t take it back
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| I been running through these feelings like a racing track
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| I can’t mingle with these hoes, I need my real one back
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| I been running with my choppa
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| Only riding with them youngins who been down to kill
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| Choppa on the seat, I’m a slide the steel
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| Fucking with that shit, you gon ride as well
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| Demon or an angel you gon burn in hell
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| Five shots devil pulled the trigger how we got em
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| One shot, whats happening, all these issues with my mama
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| Two shots deporting all my people do the
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| Three shots, we lost our home and no one even bothered
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| Four shots, I’m losing all my family, and this trauma
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| Fish out this bitch, she took my heart and fucking slaughtered
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| For anyone who said they fucking with me, yeah they best stop that nonsense
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| I’m always gon slide in that real shit
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| Even if them numbers going down, I know that somebody really feel this
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| Never ever did I want to drill shit
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| Late nights in my hood, making music tryna change and touch a mil
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| Had to get my trap jumping, two three
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| For my dogs all in my pack, no you don’t owe me
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| Miss my grandma so they better kill me slowly
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| Miss my grandpa so better both G
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| No I cannot take this no more
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| Fuck I look like, smoking all this dope for
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| Money came in, and turned me to a dope boy
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| All this pressure at sixteen, no I can’t take no more |