| Ayy, first off, I don’t respect no rats
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| I ain’t never dropped a dime, not even when I got those racks
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| Look, I was raisin' hell before the Hellcat
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| Yeah, I can put you on, run and tell that
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| Look, I’ll pop a nigga like a wheelie, huh
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| I crack me a seal, pour out my feelings, uh
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| Starin' at the stars in the ceiling, uh
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| How I’m starin' at my heart while it’s healin'? |
| Look
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| It’s hard for me to find some inspiration
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| I pray for this generation, I need me a vacation
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| I’m tryna clear my thoughts, no one to call on late night
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| Wanna know my whereabouts? |
| I’m with the stars now, late night
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| Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
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| We just some young niggas strugglin' who got tired of it
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| From where them crackers quick to hang you like an ornament
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| I’m just thankful that we made it out
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| Chauncey goin' up the only way we ball
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| Can’t complain at all, bitch, we made it far, huh
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| Just bought my nigga a phone, I hate when he can’t make that call, huh
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| Come to you with my hand out? |
| See, that ain’t me at all
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| I don’t give no damn 'bout what you did
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| We came up from hustlin', kickin' doors, I don’t know what you did
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| I’m a real hustler, I was rich when I got two kids
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| Then I had two more kids, bring that shit to your crib
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| Look, racked in '19, 2020 I’m goin' too big
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| Thug life like Pac, but I got hoes like I’m Big
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| Look, R.I.P. |
| B-I-G, my new AP a B-I-G
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| Wrecked the Benz tryna check the time, too many VV’s (Look)
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| Put some ice on her if she mine, let’s go skiing (Yeah)
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| Put a dime on him, he won’t make it 'til this weekend
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| Playin' all defense, some shit I can’t prevent
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| In a game full of weirdos, it be hard for me to fit in
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| I kicked the door down, they act like I ain’t leave it open
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| I’m 'bout to cop that new 'Bach and I still got the old one
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| Don’t get your ass whacked, we clap shit, Magnolia
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| They was talkin' 'bout my flow, so I went back to the old one (Yeah)
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| Look, diamonds in my teeth, shit frozen (Yeah)
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| I like my bitches dark, Kelly Rowland, yeah (Uh, uh, uh)
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| I would give you my heart, but it’s broken, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| I can’t even show no emotions (Yeah, yeah), look
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| Starin' from afar at the ocean, before I got some motion
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| Before we ever bust a check, man, we was on some more shit
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| Before I ever touched the pen, they told me I was chosen
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| Before the fame, these bitches called me daddy, I know, look
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| I know Just and Liberty gon' be there, huh (Yeah)
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| I know Boonk and Bop and Zelly, they gon' be there, huh
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| I can’t speak on none of them niggas, I can’t ID them, yeah
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| Make me tweak on all these niggas like I’m senile
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| I can’t trust a soul, so I won’t be 'round
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| Held the street down while Shell gone, so I know he proud
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| He took over the penal, he send it to me now
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| Don’t make me send them youngins to your spot and let 'em freestyle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dec. 23rd , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп