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Fat Bro & Triple Dub

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They told me I couldn't, but I said I can like barbies man
Keepin' it pushin' but the streets pullin' me to the dark again
Dodgin' them bullets, they look at my face as a target man
Tired of being fucked over I shut out the world I won't open my heart again
Ran up that bag wit' Wanny Cash yea we gone do it again
If we down by 2 I shoot the 3 you know I'm just tryin' win
F*ck the fame, I'm runnin' up digits Fat Bro I need them M's
And when it's time to boot I grab the stick and yea I'm lacin' my Timbs
Fat Bro from the trenches
From rags to riches
Louie V on my bitches
I'm countin' my digits
Ain't doin' it for fame
Fat Bro in his lane
Big Boss on my chain B-S-S-O Deep End the gang
Yea I used to be broke but I'm up now
Yea I been in my zone like a touchdown
Got it out the mud had to bust down
Yea water on my neck hope I don't drown
Yea all up in my bag like I'm Irving
Big shark in the deep I be lurkin'
Stay down Fat Bro put that work in kick door season Fat Bro close the curtains
If it's beef we gone pop out ain't no hidin'
Ran it up and I took off look like Fat Boss did some stridin'
If I get right get my mans right a 150 Fat Bro gone divide it
Ain't gone speak last body on the scene call the plug and he got rid of it he hide it
They told me I couldn't, but I said I can like barbies man
Keepin' it pushin' but the streets pullin' me to the dark again
Dodgin' them bullets, they look at my face as a target man
Tired of being fucked over I shut out the world I won't open my heart again
Hustle for livin' put in nights wit' my hand inna bag sellin' gas for a ticket
I been thru shit that'll f*ck up a sane nigga brain it ain't easy to cope so I'm sippin'
I done heard people say love you then snub em' for nothing that's why a young nigga grippin'
I'm steppin' into the game tryna claim my position and no I ain't askin' permission
I ball like O'Neal ride the beat make a hit like its roadkill
Fucked a bitch that was thicker than oatmeal
Wanted bread for the bed told her no deal
Now she pissed give a shit how that hoe feel
I'm too sick with the shit niggas so ill
Chasin' bricks of them crips I need more bills whip after whip after whip I need more wheels
No I ain't talkin' bout Loubitons but I came from bloody bottoms I swear I won't ever go back
No I don't rep HNR but the way that we spittin' Deep End gettin' rich off of rap
Member I ain't have a stu just a pen and a pad and I start makin' hits off the Mac
I'm really changin' my ways but when they get me started it's hard for me not to relapse
Hard not to drop wit' da hot shit we got it's so hard not pop at the opps wit' the MAC
Two niggas took my big brother and cuzzo if they wasn't locked get the drop where he at
When I get the drop then that Glock gone react
Double back on ya trap grab a pack of the Backs
Then roll up ya mans some thrax of a rat then I go take a piss where they coffin be at
Y'all go to bed in y'all head niggas dreamin' but I got some demons in mine
Fightin' them f*ck niggas daily a nigga been fiendin' so he can get peace in his mind
All of this pain I been feelin' it really be helpin' wit all the speech in my lines
Wonder why I'm such a beast wit' the rhymes they be wishin' that they could be decent as mines, yea
(But I said I can like barbies man aye)
(But the streets pulling me to the dark again aye)
(Whoa, whoa oh my God oh my)
(Whoa)

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