| Back to the drugs, back to the money, back to the life
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| I don’t listen to you when you high 'cause you just talkin' out of spite
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| You’ll say some certain shit just to see us fight
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| You know my cup’s purple, it’s clean in the Sprite
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| Back to the basics when I loved talkin' in the mic
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| Now, it’s like I don’t care about nothin' but gettin' fried
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| You told me you and her go both ways, you bi
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| So, if you stop by, you know to bring her by
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| You fucked up 'cause you love to look in my eyes when you lie
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| If you don’t lie that way, then, you feel like you ain’t do it right
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| You tell me I should go fuck with her 'cause you not my type
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| Think you finna play with me? |
| Bitch, I’m not that guy
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| Think you finna lay with me? |
| Bitch, I’m not that guy
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| Think you finna stay with me? |
| Bitch, you better think twice
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| Took your friend on vacay with me, livin' her best life
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| You gon' try to get back but two wrongs don’t make it right
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| Drac' got kickback, I ain’t tryna do no fight
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| Forty-one my wrist, I swear every carat fight
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| Back in the day, I had hoop dreams, I was tryna be like Mike
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| Nowadays, everything I put out touch the charts
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| I carry pain, I miss my grandma, it’s comin' from the heart
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| That shit still fuck with me, hit me every time it get dark
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| You doin' too much, you need to play your part
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| Every time we step out, they be knowin' who we are
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| Back then, I wasn’t motivated, it was complicated
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| Down bad and then I found you, baby
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| Went, bought a mic and I was dedicated
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| Everything I was puttin' out, they tried to replicate it
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| Black and white diamonds my neck, them hoes ain’t segregated
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| I might go big on the AMG and go decapitate it
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| I’m back in my zone, I’m schedule two, I’m so reactivated
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| You like a bull ride 'cause you drive me crazy
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| You’ll call me out my name and tell me I’m aggravatin'
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| I had to go put a hunnid up, I had to confiscate it
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| They scared, they know how I get in my zone, it’s devastatin'
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| Noddin' off way too hard, I’m too elevated
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| You remember when I hit a hunnid K, you made a cake and then we celebrated
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| Just to sum it all up, baby, I’m glad we made it |