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I'm feeling it now, I'm getting back in it
I've been out of here for a little minute but I'm back

Tired of the bad luck, tired of the opposition sweating me
Tired of the fake love, tired of the enemies
It's my bad luck, I've been playing with my penalties
Tired of the trap drill, got up on the melody
Ain't no telling me that I'm stopping, a gangster bout a profit
My target is some bigger pockets clutching on a rocket

Hoping troopers didn't stop it, had to stuff it in my closet
23, I'm Ricky Bobby, rolling Marley in the lobby
In the trap was way more than a hobby, speaking cocoa like I'm Johnny, Bravo
Smoking Charlie am I cocky, maybe Hardly

Percocet, don't f*ck with Molly, had to spike it on the volley
Did I do it? Yes and calmly, I just do it for my son
Three days old he a G already won
Pimp these hoes, I ain't wifing even one

Make these bowls in Miami, spent a ton
I don't run it up for none, up for windows, down
Bumpin' shit that I ain't drop yet, congratulated progress
Grinding to my last breath, Bandit Deal with no stress
Call my side bitch a misdemeanor got caught, riding cleaner, I don't need her

Tired of the bad luck, tired of the opposition sweating me
Tired of the fake love, tired of the enemies
It's my bad luck, I've been playing with my penalties
Tired of the trap drill, got up on the melody

Ain't no telling me I ain't got it
Burner in my pocket, couple G's inside the closet
Bring the fucking switches up, heaters in my bridges tucked

Before I stepped outside, mama had me sud the dishes up
Coming from the struggle, we was raised on , I don't give a f*ck

Raised inside of hell, now we doing well
School of hard knocks, yeah, we ringing doorbells well
With that nine, heater new beamer
Yeah, I'm getting mozzie in the two
Seater

Nigga asking where his bitches at
I don't know who's seen her

She be chillin' in the uh,
She be chillin' in the uh,
Ayo, bro, she back it up

Tired of the bad luck, tired of the opposition sweating me
Tired of the fake love, tired of the enemies
It's my bad luck, I've been playing with my penalties
Tired of the trap drill, got up on the melody
Ain't no telling me that I'm stopping

I'm gangster by the profit
Watch, I'll get in some bigger pockets
Clutching on the rocket, hoping troopers didn't stop it
Had to stuff it in my closet

23, I'm Ricky Bobby, Ricky Bobby

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