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No coming back, lil' bitch, no, he can't do it better
I rocked out with my Glock, make sure we ate together
You gave my dawg some brain , you had a different schedule
ain't know  I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better

Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
Phone Beating a real drum line , no Nick Cannon
Glock on me, I'm carrying , it what it is, I ain't sparing 'em
Throw rocks hide your hand, get your man hit
They gon' do a lot of talkin' with nothin' to show
Perfected my music to rock out the show
Day-to-day problem, exotic, I roll

U don't know my pain, just to know that I'm on
You wasn't there for the night, in the trap
Deebo a nigga  like everyday Friday
Cho ,cho ,cho, cho gotta have it my way

Long deep thoughts, say mine on the highway
Loud as the hellcat, still couldn't hear it
My life gettin' colder, they still can't feel it
How you drop dimes we was  robbing for pennies

Spend that block, I can say I did it
Hoes in my clothes, nigga, really be bitches
My coop fish, bowl, you can see who in it
If you look too hard, you can see this 50

Telescope vision, can't see my pain
Claim , they with you, you know that they ain't
Fuckin' on Percs, won't make it alright
I couldn't believe it too, eyes couldn't see it in my dance

With the devil lil baby the demon
Show you my love why you constantly cheatin
Texts from niggas, you steady deleting
Take all my love back, we still won't be even

Even the drugs won't ease up stress
Suckin' in the street this shit sticky for real
Take down the trap, I done did it for real
Crossed by my partners, that's envy for real

Got a feal  Kodak I'm diein to live
Tellin' myself it don't hurt, you ain't here
No comin' back, lil' bitch, no, he can't do it better
I rocked out with my Glock, make sure we ate together

You gave my dawg some brain,you had a different schedule
Ain't know I'll pop this big thats 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers these ain't Tim's

Phone Beating a real drum line , no Nick Cannon
Glock on me, I'm carrying it , it what it is, ain't spareing em
Drippin' designer Y-pain ain't healing,
Why niggas keep dyin' that I seen or known

Bro in the back with the stick, 2-Deep like a Uber
Show you don't f*ck with me, guess I knew it
Ain't worry about that, get more if I blew it
I'm up one, now I'm too far for a Leach

Drugs in my body, I'm full em
Pain in my cup, I'm pourin' it quietly
Heartbreak, kid, you ain't takin' it out of me
Ran out of love, I ain't buyin' no more

Like a broke hoe tank I'ma leave it on E
Tryna find another me, but niggas ain't me
You was  dead sleep, this a hell of a dream
Gave up on me , ain't see nothin' in me

Don't doge  5-7, them folk gone hemi
Back to the wall for the time I was cross
All by yourself in the middle of the storm
When you only got I, man, I know that shit numb, pour up red dead ain't sippin on wine

Never enough, how hard I gotta try
Like we ain't spill enough blood, how many gotta die
Will fall off, bro, know, I'm still slidin
Bitch, really play, can't believe she still tryin

No comin' back, lil' bitch no he can't do it better
I rocked out with my Glock, made sure we ate together
You gave my dawg some brain you had a different schedule
Ain't know I'll I pop this big  thats 40 racks or better

Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers , these ain't , Tim's
Phone Beating a real drum line no nick cannon
Glock on me, I'm carrying it is what it is,  ain't sparring em

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