| You know
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| Feds thought they had me
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| Thought the music was down and out
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| Fuck outta my face
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| But I done told you already
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| What don’t break a nigga make a nigga
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| Jail so they thought I wouldn’t be a winner
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| Blood I had mackerel for dinner
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| Don’t talk to the feds
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| Shake hands with a killer
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| You look like a rich man
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| But they know he’s a sinner
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| Now I live comfortably
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| Six figures in a day what a luxory
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| Got my company, now they want my company
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| My youngers aim for your face if you fuck with me
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| Never lie real talk he will bun you
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| Smooth and humble
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| Survive in the jungle
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| Stomp man out they drop in a rumble
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| Fly LV, then I go get a bundle
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| Spend more than a girl with an uncle
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| Big chain, big plate everythings cool
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| They used to tell me I wouldn’t make it in school
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| Only pound signs change not my family
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| Burn the whole place down if I’m angry
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| Remember, riding out on a train
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| December, licked them down on the mains
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| Pretender, you don’t do what you say
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| I swear them fuckboys, they ain’t in my lane
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| Trust me
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| Peb line, headline, everything sold
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| Rapstar remember when I used to sell dope
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| Feds must pay, man I spend it on coats
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| My brum ting, lowkey loves to get choked
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| To my verses
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| We fuck the gyal that you worship
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| Thirteen, riding out eating sherberts
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| Situation make a man it was worth it
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| Bang then reverse it
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| I remember ducking yutes
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| They fast they fast
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| They never thought that T Wayne would take it that far
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| Couldn’t pay for forces now I’m sorted
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| Use my car for storage now it’s mortgage |