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Don't know what to do, my friend turnt to enemies
I'm at his roof
We got the juice
Don't even pray to Jesus
Niggas hoes I got the proof
I came to you really legit
My heart getting hard as a brick
These bitches keep turning on me
I just want it all for the clique
These niggas know what it is
They cannot fw the kid
I'm popping up on em no quiz
We aiming straight at his lid
Grinding this shit never stop
I'm shooting up to the top
Niggas was holding me back
I found the key to the lock
I Realized they don't want smoke
Niggas riding waves tryna get a vote
We stand up got our bands up when it's crunch time all the suckas choke
One sound Everytime i step
He a threat I ain't seen it yet
Lame niggas gambling with they life
No fear When I'm taking bets
Since 15 I was all in confused as hell but I was balling
Going back n forth with the most high. Tryna figure out what my call is

Pulling shots but ain't shit happen, got on a track and then I started snapping
Had my city cracking, niggas started yapping
Tryna figure out if I'm about that action

Don't warn niggas they can come and see
Til it's time to slide you won't hear a thing

I'm in for red but I ain't got a beam
Sliding with the mop to get his team cleaned

I peeped game niggas tryna hate
Choose wisely you don't know yo fate
I touchdown niggas do the race
You ain't really got what it takes
Control da shit what you tryna say
Big weight you better learn yo place
Them niggas got shit to lose
No care if I die today

All for it I ain't come to play
I'm ten down when it's for the jay

Never tell a nigga where you lay
Fade or shots have if yo way

Don't know what to do my friend turnt to enemies
I'm at his roof
We got the juice
Don't even pray to Jesus
Niggas hoes I got the proof

I came to you really legit
My heart getting hard as a brick
These bitches keep turning on me
I just want it all for the clique
These niggas know what it is
They cannot fw the kid
I'm popping up on em no quiz
We aiming straight at his lid
Grinding this shit never stop
I'm shooting up to the top
Niggas was holding me back
I found the key to the lock
It's no love if you in the way
From the mud tryna get a plate

He telling lies to the other side
Let them decide if they wanna play

All facts I was pushing packs
Pressure on I'll never rat
Kicked some doors I was in to that
When he made the call bitch I had a strap
Niggas talking all this tough shit
When they run into me never touch shit
All this fussing, til We rush, and me jays start bussing
It's nothing
So don't even play with da kid
I'm tryna stack til it's ice on my wrist
Bitches tryna ride dick cuz I'm really legit
And I been with the shits
Came from the bottom I'm tryna get rich
Left back to school and my nigga got hit
Tryna go slide and this bitch wanna trip
Lost my respect cuz you ain't really hip
Homies be rocking with all of the suckas
Tryna link up but I don't really trust ya
Made my heart hurt cuz I told you i love ya
Now it's some bitches I would put above ya

That nigga told ppl I changed
I never threw dirt on yo name
This shit got me going insane
I gotta stay strong for the gang

Don't know what to do my friend turnt to enemies
I'm at his roof
We got the juice
Don't even pray to Jesus
Niggas hoes I got the proof

I came to you really legit
My heart getting hard as a brick
These bitches keep turning on me
I just want it all for da clique
These niggas know what it is
They cannot fw the kid
I'm popping up on em no quiz
We aiming straight at his lid
Grinding this shit never stop
I'm shooting up to the top
Niggas was holding me back
I found the key to the lock

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