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a million, I'm like "I gotta chill now" (gotta chill now)
Caught a nigga, killed him, then after that, got real high (fuck it)
Opps outside they buildin',

Otherside

Lil Durk

Life B4 Fame

2018

to the other side

It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch
You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit
Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck

to feel, but keep it real, that's all I ask
I ain't saying you gotta trap or nothing, but get up off your ass
I put a band on a band, that's when I fell in

Yeah!
It's that pain right here
Stogie T!
Haddy Racks!
What up Chief
I salute to all the Generals worldwide
Salute! Yeah
Rest in Peace to all

she pushed out a pearl
The fentanyl got me moving like a claymation figure
Real premium French scatatouille
Money longer than KD's feet
Started off

hitta shop at go yard
think you real hard
tell my niggas clear the yard

take up him up top
for these bands
let it pop
sippin dark pop
I got plays in

the reaper starts to reel his weapon
Now I'm dissecting all the flows, they seen the blood I bled
I'm still connecting all the dots, they claim the truth is

Where we at with it?
Block West, let's get it

Slums of Detroit, drugs on the port
Plug with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport

Lil Ram talk your shit baby
Yea this shit hard
Abandoned me for real for real
That left me scarred
They played that part
They played that role
They

the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love

on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still

shoes you'll understand it 

Niggas out here switching on the guys for a little fame 
Bitch I'm NewRoadBabii that ain't in my blood my niggas gang 
Yeah

down
Your intellect won't intercept the bullet
It will still leave your brains out
And thats out of your head
Thats now Damilola Taylor bled to his death

cuz, hatin' on a real nigga
I can't be blood It done been times I been down but I done

Seen up Lookin' for them better days, I pray to Jesus
Glocky

surround by a mob thirsty for fresh meat
Oh yeah! Now it's killing time!

OoAOoo I got real wild and swung the chainsaw around
OoAOoo I cut off as many heads

the blood that I've bled, life's cherished
Steady chasing this bread, until I perish 
You done heard what I said,
Don't forget it

I'm gon fight and try till

wear in the closet Like I'm suppose to
Grown shit
Hopping out the lincoln with that Chrome shit
Tucked by my phone clip
Scratching cause my
Bone's itch

Hey lil mama got me talkin' real reckless
She from philly but her ass from texas
Ima eat the booty up like that shits my breakfast
Like eggs benedict

Surprised that a nigga ain’t dead (Ain’t dead)
All these tears i shed
All this blood i bled
Was it really worth it for the bread?
All my people dead
Was it

you on my phone and I aint picking up my calls
Wanted by the devil yeah he praying that I fall
She told me she my lover
But I don't love her baby I'm

that crack music (nigga) , uh
That real Black music (nigga)
The only singles that I'm
Dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs

niggas don't like me
All white, shit that's all I need
Rubber-band, shit that's all I dream
Where ya friends when it's all out beef
Where ya friends when u

Bankroll
I been feelin' real lucrative
Rubber bands gettin' stupid thick
Count 'em all can't lose a chip
Can't go
Fuck round and we bluesin' shit

Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I