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Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah ayy
 Ay your bitch told meh yo job interviews ain't been going well
 Damn you out here broke ass hell
 Stressed out hating on me probably smoking tale
 Don't lose yo life over a runner bro that's slow ass hell
 Touchdown in yo city who got poles for sell
 Go to hell them ain't Runtz nigga I know the smell
 Outside broke got the draco in his jogging pants
 Please don't stare I'm traumatized Ia hate to off a fan
 Slide down on a nigga I was by myself
 God son but I'm a probably rot in hell
 Niggas capping bout shit in songs that I'll never tell
 I up the firearm and spray it like it got a smell
 I was happy till I thought about my niggas locked in jail
 Dropping money on they books like they go to Yale
 Order shit one time now I just got it on the shelf
 It was God I never say I got it by myself
 Look ice buffs wet ass hell come try to snatch em off me
 On stage my shit dancing like the jabbawockeez
 Ten racks all twenties pants sagging off me
 Plus I'm in the club wit four fifths like a alcoholic
 Hell naw I'm cool was gone hit but her neck was salty
 Now she walking down the street like Ms. Sally Walker
 You the type to cuff this bitch boy you that retarded
 I might just throw her a number if her neck retarded
 Bitch watch yo tone when you in a rack wit bosses
 When I rap these niggas treat it like a pastor talking
 Yeah they take notes (yeah)
 I can't take a shit without the draco (yeah)
 Niggas tried to slide like we straight hoes (yeah)
 Another homicide another haloo
 My sister know I never say "No"
 This the shit we prayed for (yeah)
 Ay it's a snake in your circle he can't wait to wack you for me
 Heart cold the heater and this Louie jacket on me
 Shit changed I can't leave without a weapon on me
 Gotta keep that big bitch with me like Shrek and Donkey
 Ran it up on my ex my life like acrimony
 Counted fifty while my bitch was cursing out her bad ass puppy
 I can hear that chicken talkin' like I'm Eddie Murphy
 Make me chase you with that cannon like the camera man on Maury nigga
 Some of my niggas miss when I was that lil dirty nigga
 Reminiscing that's when I ain't have no worries nigga
 Killed em off the first shots still put like thirty in em
 Spent ten on a fit still ain't gone post a picture
 First I was the goat now it's my son cause he early with it
 He was born rich I was pushing thirty nigga
 My dawg never turned on me now he turnt my nigga
 I got bored and swiped the homeless nigga churches chicken
 I got bored and texted yo bitch she think she special now
 Doing frauds on coins I think I'm leprechaun
 Lame ass, weak ass nigga cap in every line
 She said I heard you was a dog but you a dog, dog
 Why cause all yo friends cute N I want all y'all
 Hit a elementary school teacher made her call off
 Still had kids in her face tho cough cough
 See a opp and put a hole in one golf ball
 Ian giving no passes like a ball hog
 I don't want no new friends nigga all soft
 Keep tryin' to hang wit us we gone rob all y'all niggas
 Yeah Ay
 Smoke a fat ass wood to my accomplishments
 Niggas turn up everyday ain't accomplish shit
 I don't know why yhu celebrating yo life ain't lit
 Niggas ain't copping shit ain't dropping shit
 Niggas ain't stopping shit can't stop this shit
 Waited my whole life for this
 I been praying my whole life for this
 Send em to the restroom like he gotta piss
 

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Duration
03:14
Tempo
104 BPM

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