| My nigga, Fly
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| Dae Dae, what’s up?
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| (Dramatic, nigga, oh you think it’s a game?)
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| Yeah, uh
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| Paid in full, still on the paper trail
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| And I took so many losses, I can’t stand another L, huh
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| Can’t stand it, get a chill, remember times when you weren’t there
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| Yeah, say I remember those times when the whole crew was here
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| Clothes or some shoes to wear
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| Even in the one-bedroom, the whole crew was there
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| Even then, Q was there
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| Yeah, how you want it, lil' faggot? |
| Go on, choose ya death, huh
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| See, I’m the type to keep your head for a souvenir
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| And I wouldn’t even lose a breath
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| A lot of real niggas, they gone, ain’t too many shooters left
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| A lot of bullshit goin' on, but I gotta persevere, huh
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| Make 'em feel it like I’m readin' mail
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| Like I’m sittin' in the jail in my lonely cell
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| If I can’t get no dollar out this shit, I’d rather burn in Hell
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| If I ever start, I can’t quit, I gotta prevail
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| I been goin' hard, but I gotta go harder and harder and harder
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| Gotta take care of my seeds, I’m a father
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| Gotta raise one lil' me and three daughters, huh
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| I’ma be the one to give them the game as a toddler
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| Shit, I can’t be the blame, you, everything I taught ya
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| I got out the game, but still be paranoid
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| Lord know the whole gang there but they ain’t got no choice
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| Ayy, they gon' go against the gang, but they gon' get destroyed
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| I been on a lot of pain pills, everything numb
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| I been on a lot of pain pills, I swear I hope the pain heal
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| See, I ain’t got to say say they well
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| If you say it, make it clear
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| I just hope my nigga made some M’s or I’d be prayin' still
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| Some my niggas strugglin' payin' bills so they be layin' steel
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| And no, we don’t fuck with cops
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| Roaches or rats, we don’t like rodents
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| We shoot with our eyes open
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| We dreamed about coppin' Rollies
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| I’m still with my same homies
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| Still’ll let my man hold it
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| Still get it for the low, pop the seal, gon' pour it
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| Just tryna get paid in full, woah-ahh
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| You know how I feel, I been broke before
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| But now I’m gettin' paid, gettin' paid, yeah
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| Paid in full, paid in full
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| I just let it stack up so high
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| So high, blow the smoke out
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| I’m just tryna get by, get by
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| Put my whole hood on
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| I watch you niggas get paid in full
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| Don’t let 'em trick you out yo' money, though
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| I’m swimmin' through them hunnids, though
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| Can’t leave them kids no Gucci belts, nah
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| I need to leave my kids some land, need that money in my hand
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| I’m tryna get paid in full |