| Tip-toe to my grave I ain’t worry about shit
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| Lost in the dark I ain’t seen the light since
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| Drown on a pill, I ain’t worried about death
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| Never even knowing why my life still exists
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| All gold grim had to lay him on my chest
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| Now my pack like Dupri boy I’m so so def
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| Hit the dash then I spaz, getting cash?
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| What a feeling
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| Got a bad bitch?
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| Yeah looking like a taz angel
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| Water whip it, aquafina my wrist
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| She water whippin' when she squeeze on the dick
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| Man of the year yeah I done walk in the building
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| Like fuck what you talking if you think you winning
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| Like how I’m the youngest nigga flexing chilling?
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| You obviously can’t approach me, Who you is?
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| Diamond shining boy they twerking and shit
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| Fifteen hundred what it cost on my fit
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| Fifteen hundred just to pull up to city
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| Last year a nigga was broke and ain’t get it
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| Now they done, think I done got they attention
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| Now my momma can’t complain when I’m sittin'
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| Now is mothafuck you if you ain’t with me
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| Slick boy I dropped out of school and I did it
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| Slick boy you actin' a fool and admit it
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| Now I walk around with jewels, check the bezels
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| Now If I fucking die before I wake
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| I just fucking pray that all my gang gonn' stay the same
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| Stuff some bands up in my robins
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| Then I skirt off into space
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| Just a youngin' getting money man like what more can I say
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| Now If I fucking die before I wake
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| I just fucking pray that all my gang gonn' stay the same
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| Stuff some bands up in my robins
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| Then I skirt off into space
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| Just a youngin' getting money man like what more can I say
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| Tip-toe to my grave I ain’t worry about shit
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| Lost in the dark I ain’t seen the light since
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| Drown on a pill, I ain’t worried about death
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| Never even knowing why my life still exists
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| Tip-toe to my grave I ain’t worry about shit
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| Lost in the dark I ain’t seen the light since
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| Drown on a, I ain’t worried about death
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| Never even knowing why my life still exists |