| Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps
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| Mama tellin' me, «Don't ride with that»
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| We gon' slide first, ain’t no slidin' back
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| But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack
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| We go up like GPAs
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| This ain’t no GTA, but my youngin got five stars
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| I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads
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| Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride
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| My youngins don’t play no ball, but bitch, we base slide
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| See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain’t blind
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| Fly so much, I swear I hate time
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| Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine
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| Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
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| She burning, gotta flame on
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| You ain’t down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on?
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| You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
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| Shit, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?
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| Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one
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| Grinded harder than hard, that’s how I started it
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| Put a Glock 19 in my starter kit
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| Uh, tryna put my hood on, flood it all with bricks
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| Bro stuck in the chain gang, he go hard with licks
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| Know how we do shit, we go hard with sticks
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| Babe, that’s how hard we hit
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| And a nigga just ate at Ruth Chris with a thick bitch, not a toothpick (Uh)
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| I cut my main off 'cause he useless (Uh)
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| Showed him how to get rackades
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| And his main focus was to fuck a bitch off of Backpage
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| Not a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way
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| Got on my shit, I copped a Demon, now he say I act fake
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| She ain’t fuckin', she gotta skate like she at Cascade
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| Can’t wait 'til they let Hell Rell up out that cell, I’ll let the sack wait
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| You ain’t workin' two times harder than them, then how you jack gang?
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| And you 'posed to be my main, how the fuck I watch a jack trade? |
| (Yeah)
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| Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps
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| Mama tellin' me, «Don't ride with that»
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| We gon' slide first, ain’t no slidin' back
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| But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack
|
| We go up like GPAs
|
| This ain’t no GTA, but my youngin got five stars
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| I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads
|
| Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride
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| My youngins don’t play no ball, but bitch, we base slide
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| See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain’t blind
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| Fly so much, I swear I hate time
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| Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine
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| Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
|
| She burning, gotta flame on
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| You ain’t down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on?
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| You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
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| Shit, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?
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| Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one
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| My sister boyfriend a bitch
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| Said she 'bout to have twins and he ain’t raisin' shit
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| Shit, I told her, «Fuck it, that’s why a nigga got rich»
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| Say he know where I live, so I don’t hide the glick
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| He don’t know the gang and how we ride with blicks
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| And I know that he a ho and he ain’t sliding shit
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| Twenty shots cool, but shit, we ride with dicks
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| Niggas hate, so they be riding dick
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| Tryna be cool, you spun the block, got your top shotta hit
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| You fucked around, got toe-tagged
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| Ho ragged just to get your ho bagged, yeah
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| Fly nigga like me, you won’t get your ho back
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| I’m from the slums, so I need more racks
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| Toot’ll get 'em dead, thought you know that
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| Still’ll hit the club and do my bop like I was Kodak
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| They stole my flow, can I get my flow back?
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| Copped a rental, but it had no tag
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| We gon' hit his head, but we had no mask
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| From the land, ain’t talkin' no man
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| Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps
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| Mama tellin' me, «Don't ride with that»
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| We gon' slide first, ain’t no slidin' back
|
| But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack
|
| We go up like GPAs
|
| This ain’t no GTA, but my youngin got five stars
|
| I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads
|
| Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride
|
| My youngins don’t play no ball, but bitch, we base slide
|
| See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain’t blind
|
| Fly so much, I swear I hate time
|
| Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine
|
| Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
|
| She burning, gotta flame on
|
| You ain’t down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on?
|
| You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
|
| Shit, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?
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| Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one |