| Yeah, nothin' bigger than the Umbrella
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| Yeah, yeah (Perfect)
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| Forever, you just gotta feel me, nigga
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| Lil Tory (Cannon)
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| Told my bitch, «I love her», she ain’t say it back
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| My heart, I can’t play with that
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| Fuck it, that’s that, and we made it that
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| Runnin' through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back
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| BM trippin', I’m just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks
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| Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs
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| Scammin' out the bank, I made like fifty thou' on TD
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| In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy
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| Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)
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| 'Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the glitz
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| My bitch ain’t had tits, so I bought her tits
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| I’m a lil' older, so I mold her 'til I taught the bitch
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| Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal 'til I caught the bitch
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| I won’t trust a soul, it’s just me and my pole, playin' position
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| On that road, watchin' jackboys close
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| Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me
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| Bitch, I’m openin' the fire, catchin' bodies like corona in the virus, nigga
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| Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bussdown
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| Trappin' did a home run, scammin' did a touchdown
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| Thinkin' 'bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive
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| 'Cause I done let him down like four times and I can’t make it five
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| Cops from a naked eye, watchin' in a foreign
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| But we movin' neat, the DA can’t grant them no warrants (Perfect)
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| The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans
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| Rainin' and pourin', ragin' and warin'
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| Prolly lost my bitch to an athlete
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| Fuck it, I’ma pull up with another bitch, mad fleek
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| I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak
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| From that day, I never let another bitch embarrass me (Perfect)
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| I had to wear the same drawers
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| Goin' out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off
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| Flexin' like I own the rental, nigga, I had to play it off
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| Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I’m playin' golf
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| Anytime I ran up out of work I sold 'em drywall
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| I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can’t eyeball
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| Homie, I just came from bein' homeless, that’s a sidebar
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| That’s why with this rap shit I be focused, can’t take time off
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| Boy, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me, that’s on my mama
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| 'Cause my killers out there swimmin' in the deep end
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| 'Fore he knew that nigga drowned 'cause he was deep in
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| Scoreboard, bitch, you playin' on the defense
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| My lil' niggas catchin' bodies every weekend
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| My lil' shooter made the movie with the sequence
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| Play with us and we gon' turn that nigga pretense
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| In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct
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| 'Cause he gon' still put in that pressure 'til the beef ends, ayy
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| I wanna cheat but I’ll prolly kill her if she cheat on me
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| Homicidal thoughts don’t mix with Gs on me
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| Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me
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| Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me
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| Sleepin' on my nigga sofa, sleepin' on the floor
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| I couldn’t even tell a bitch, «Come over»
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| Now it’s all Dior all on my body like my melatonin
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| Niggas took the stand, I can’t believe them boys were tellin' on me
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| Street shit is hella phony, yeah
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| Look in my eyes, you see I’m dodgin' all the demons
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| Came a long way from swipin' fraud cards at all the Neiman’s (Perfect)
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| I was plottin' and schemin', poppin' bad beans and shit
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| I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality
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| This a fatality, killin' any nigga sayin' he got the same style as me
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| I’m the only rapper sayin' shit with no apology
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| Pull up, you could holler, B
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| Your favorite rapper’s shit just ain’t as hot as me
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| Tory (Perfect)
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| Ayy, spittin' fire in the booth
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| Forgiato tires on the coupe
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| OGs lookin' at me like they inspired to be me, when I aspired to be you
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| It’s crazy but it’s true
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| Damn, yeah
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| 90 310 run this shit, you know what’s goin' on, nigga
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| Big U, big Umbrella |