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Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world
 I don't even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl
 I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it"
 When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
 Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain't no talkin' to us
 Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her
 Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
 Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
 I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times
 They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines
 He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
 Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time
 Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five
 I hate Taskey gone forever, we locked in on 59th
 He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice
 I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
 Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
 See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five
 He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive
 An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
 I've seen so many young niggas lose they lives
 That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
 And that real shit run in my veins
 Some niggas I don't fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain
 I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains
 And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
 I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange
 I'm swingin' first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
 When you lose five niggas in one summer
 That's when you'll feel my pain
 You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains
 I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like Lil' Flame
 They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names
 Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
 If a nigga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies
 And they ain't even meet Lil' Baby, but they'll go post his music
 And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure
 And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all
 And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
 I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall
 I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all
 

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02:36
Key
11
Tempo
160 BPM

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