12:26am (feat. JAY!)
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Always hate a young nigga try to give me advice Always crying to his momma worry bout his own life And I can't be to so social, I don't even like to fight Just turned twenty-two man this can't be life I'm too cautious with the wallet, I don't even like to step Body bags everywhere, and you might be next Got to be a con for the complex And they thought he was a stranger They put fifty through his chest I want the house, the ego, the hoes Ferrari, the lambo, the hoes The chains, the mansions, the clothes Cause stress only thing I can blow Nigga I'm smoking out the P Running round the seven-five-seven five in my jeans Niggas broke as hell Niggas trynna run it up with me Hand a bitch five k, told her "get on her feet" Glockie in my Louie v, Nigga ion do the fights Shorty get to clapping like lil boat I gave her one night First class flight on my way to dubai Blowing smoke out the gas I got za in my eye Niggas lame as f*ck, I don't really like to spend the time Broke as hell in the corner now you ask yourself why Talk down on little homie ima have your ass fried Just like them niggas in Italy, I got mob ties Saw his ass walking and we caught him by surprise Treat the pussy Soprano's never leave it alive The uno only ocho for the cha cha slide I had some issues in the past where our worlds collide I can't focus on the hustle if I'm trynna stay alive I can't dig my own grave cause I promise to survive Need M's and the fans won't do twenty to life Need Grammy's and a plan With a shorty by my side When it get hard, I put a thirty in my sprite Niggas think they got motion but really got no life I can flip a pack get it shipped over night Kay flock a nigga run off in my Jordan one highs Baby Smoove how I got pounds in your town Greed Kills nigga don't be the one to get shot down Got the same plug, but he treat you like a clown Shit facts though nigga Niggas getting taxed for the eights nigga Grow up nigga God Damn Uh oh I Got to keep a black hoodie Summer time fine and she calling Why? She would be Stray from the mix Can't get caught up in the shit Cause a wise man said that karma is a bitch I hope you don't mind if I talk a lil slick All black shades on And you know it stay crisp Take a nigga bitch in an all Rick fit High class bitch she don't really deal with the shit Free a nigga mind put his body in the midst VVS shining got foreign hoes on my dick If she don't throw the top right class is dismissed Scammed a hundred k niggas gave me death wish I always got a job, no need to to enlist Late night freestyle nigga twelve-twenty six Nigga note that, nigga
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