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I be feelin' like my brother, you can catch me in the Jeep
But when I hop up in that Chevy, you can't catch me in the street
Or you can catch me in the trenches, it was nights i did'nt eat
You ain't hit my line, then, now my jack be out of reach
Every time I'm finna rap, I be like, damn, I gotta preach
Why you follow what I'm doin'? You got me feelin' like a priest
You ain't even got a bed, so why the f*ck you wanna beef
You be always needin' shit, you ain't nothin' but a leech
I don't really do the cappin', I'm just here to say the truth
I ain't really in the gang, but I ain't, uh
I ain't really in the gang, but don't be fuckin' with my crew
If you fuckin' with my crew, then you gon' need another tooth
Freestylin' in the room, I ain't rhymin' in the booth
Got my own lil yea I don't really want your boo
But I can understand you scared she get slutty in the stu
Like she actin' real funny when she hangin' with the crew
I feel like I done seen it all, can you show me somethin' new
I can tell you niggas hatin', tryna leave me out the loop
I ain't fittin' in, these niggas tryna throw me down the chute
You ain't got no type of money, tellin' me what I should do
Man, that shit so disrespectful, I should smack you with a shoe
Ridin' in a bowtie, I might as well go grab a suit
I'm finna go and find a play, I need some money in it, too
I ain't into flexin' pape, but I'll show you what it do
It been three days straight, and I only slept for, like, four hours
Cause every time I'm gettin' up, it be some more problems
I love fuckin' up the bank, but I do not rob them
Don't be speakin' on my name, you are not drivin
You niggas really livin' in delusion, you is not slidin
You niggas tryna look tough for the gram, but you not violent
I can run a team by myself, I guess the (i) silent
I been makin' moves, I'm just waitin' on the right timing
I be feelin' like my brother, you can catch me in the Jeep
But when I hop up in that Chevy, you can't catch me in the street
Or you can catch me in the trenches, it was nights I didn't eat
You ain't hit my line then, now my jack, be outta reach
You ain't hit my line before, now my jack, be outta reach
When I'm rappin' on this bitch, I be like, damn, I gotta preach

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