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And it's like, they be thinkin' they got it, but they don't really got it, you feel me
I ain't one for the fake or the illusions
I just go back to my car, reach in my bag, and grab whatever they put in that motherfucker
two times over

Oh, bro
(Lil on the track)
You got five on your fucking, I got ten, I got ten
I'ma slide on this like me and my
mans and my mans

We would ride Honda, now we got Benz, we got Benz
No new friends, don't understand, I only f*ck with Benjamin
I get my money, do my dance, I swear these bitches love to see me
I got money, you a fan, I swear that it just be that easy

Single moms, they love to feed me, I'm a diamond, you submissive
I don't want you to mistreat me, so treat every day like Christmas
You asking me what the gift is, I told you that it's a ring
For you tried to be submissive, but ain't no way I'ma sing

I'm just gon' let you wear my bling, your neck icy, that's why I beat it up
No, this ain't no fling, don't gotta ask, I'm just gon' eat it up
Brought her out to Ruth Chris, barely ate, take home, I'll heat it up
You know I'm attached, I feel that's why I need your love

She already turned her back on me, that's why I need the drugs
Dialing up another casualty from casually sipping mud
What she said to me is blasphemy, sad to me
She went and turned from a masterpiece into her own little tragedy, casually

Walked by, noticed something on my peripherals
She trying to send some fliminals, I was deep in fentanyl
Them real perks ain't do the job, some mexicans got involved
Shit they do, you'll drop your jaw, all they gon' do is make one call

I done seen the other side and I know this shit ain't for me
I know my killers finna slide, let me call them for surgery
You copycat, that's perjury. Body bag, that's first degree
Know you sad cause you see me when you go turn on your TV

Know you mad cause my racks blue and they be pulling down my jeans
Know I'm glad we finally through and no way we could be a thing
I throw a jab, this shit gon' sting cause I'm busy just like a bee
You know I'm feeling like I'm in the way, I made a dynasty

I'm popping out, they trying to see bodies dropping right next to me
Baby this ain't no sex to me, no I'm just trying to keep it G
Really just trying to keep it real cause everybody be so fake
I've been trying to stop with pills, there's only so much I can take

Car fast, I won't press the brakes cause behind me there go the Jakes
Know my grass will be filled with snakes, but they all finna drop the ranks
Yeah they all finna drop the GG
I know they hate me, me, I'm who they can't be, be

Still lost in the CC, I know they can't never understand what I went through
I know they look at my bands like I'm a creep because they blue

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