| Up in the changes I will for
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| Up in the changes I will for
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| Nothing but God can save me now
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| Nothing
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| Who gonna fight for me I been hustling faithfully better play for me
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| Keep a assassin they be yapping but nobody clapping
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| You are selling weed you ain’t trapping I got a couple birds from the cabin
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| Pushing it over time in the traffic
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| Cuz if you pull me over I be gone convict a felon calling home
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| Poor but shine with me my homage just died so cry with me
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| Studded just bought me a made up I might just go fuck up a clash shit
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| Thinking bout touching a web but checking but telling meet the past in
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| Maybe I miss the money used to cut the money on the mattress
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| So much I’ve been though
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| So much I’ve seen
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| So many kids from the ghetto
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| See sometimes it was hard and my mind play the cards
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| And I’m riding in these cars and I fucking on these bras
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| While I die for this paper name in the paper project made us
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| Yeah my mama pray bro still chasing bray brown
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| Niggas grinding so hard who gon love me when my lights on yeah
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| Niggas grinding so hard who gon love me when my lights on
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| Deep inside my feeling don’t cross me
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| Nigga hating a nigga just love me
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| I’ve been tweaking to tell 'em my story
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| They be talking and making me nervous
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| Kinda silent nigga be working
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| Deep inside a nigga be hurting
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| On the ride that feeling be perfect
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| Caught a vibe I’m feeling refurbished
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| He a fool for dropping that turb shit
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| Money dirty so bring the detergent
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| Up a nee and niggas be splurging
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| She be flawless and I’ma be perfect
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| Mile upon and tripping be nervous
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| He my shooter he shoot at you perfect
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| And you patient that patient be worth it
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| I’ma come up that nigga be serving
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| Little vile that feeling be perfect
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| Find a coup and I might go swerve it
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| Find that jungle that jungle be careful
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| See sometimes it was harder man
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| See sometimes it was harder man
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| See sometimes it was hard and my mind play the cards
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| And I’m riding in these cars and I fucking on these bras
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| While I die for this paper name in the paper project made us
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| Yeah my mama pray bro still chasing bray brown
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| Niggas grinding so hard who gon love me when my lights on yeah
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| Niggas grinding so hard who gon love me when my lights on |