| Look nigga, I’ve been this way, since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells
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| and shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face
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| Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace
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| Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith
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| I sold work on sick days and ripped Js
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| I spent days tryna duck the ricochets
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| 'Cause we were tryna figure which clique played with the shooter
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| Nowadays you boys just tryna figure who click play
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| I made bitches and made niggas, y’all boys just bitch made niggas
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| I flip it like a swiss, switchblade, nigga
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| Fuck around with me, come run the town with me
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| I do it for my dogs and niggas that’s down with me
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| He spent around 50 tryna look like us, tryna flex with some bottoms,
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| but let’s address it proper
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| I mean, I find it funny they give me the same bundle without spendin' money,
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| they just give it to me, 'cause I’m poppin'
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| More honesty and less lies
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| Skirted the McLaren off the lot, shit, I bought it as a test drive
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| I took the jet for the fuckin' 110th time
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| Hoping that I don’t go out like Aaliyah or a Left Eye
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| Shit, I’m the greatest, I’m the people’s favorite
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| Thanks to God’s graces, I been number one in all these peoples' faces
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| So amazing how I made it from the mazes and the phases change faces,
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| but I’m back to being basic
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| How many years am I gon' spend being famous?
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| Actin' like I’m normal, like I don’t realize I made it, like I don’t realize
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| I’m famous
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| Like I don’t realize every time I walk around the city, they look at me like
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| the greatest
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| All-time hated nigga, put me in your playlist
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| Trunk on the front of McLaren’s that need a waitlist
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| So when I back, back, I’m frontin' on fuck niggas, that told me I’ll never made
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| it, in my Audemar Piguet wrist
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| I hop the plane in sweats and the Bathing Ape kicks, 50 pointer bracelets,
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| man’s best fragrance
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| I’m still ballin', these foul niggas is still flagrant
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| I ain’t got no business talkin', just a bill statement
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| See the lights from a far away
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| I still feel close on the nights when I’m far away
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| I comin' home, workin' at nights to a hard day
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| Tryin' to avoid nights in the hallway sellin' hard ye
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| Back when you was hip-hoppin' and watchin' Kanye
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| I was coach hoppin' and sleepin' inside a Hyundai
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| Made bands out of any floor, at your mom place
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| Tryna duck the crime rate, where the fuck was my mindstate?
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| I cry real tears thinkin' bout my mom face
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| If she was here, I’m thinkin', what would my mom say?
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| She’d say, I’m well-accomplished, she’d say I really did it
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| She said don’t let her settle for no penny pincher
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| I, will not lose, no, I refuse niggas
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| I, 2 plus 2 niggas, I school niggas
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| She wanna get high, fuck with a cool nigga
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| 48 floors, check out my view nigga
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| Uh, I already know the outcome
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| I may have fucked it up with Nicki right before this album
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| My ex on me like Malcolm, she know we can’t be together
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| But still be askin' me, «How come?» |
| I know the shit crazy
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| My life upgraded and I ain’t going backwards
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| Closest thing going backwards is me rollin' Backwoods
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| Lookin' at you niggas like there’s no more factors
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| Until the story over like there’s no more chapters
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| Fargo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DON'T DIE , by - Tory Lanez. Song from the album MEMORIES DON'T DIE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп