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ad - without it lyrics

[verse 1 – ad]
made runs without a plug, made hype without a deal
you n-ggas all fraud, made songs without the feel
me without the mic is like jordan without the rings
stand on my own two, make moves without a team
still run up on em if a n-gga want them problems
riding through the city, catch me sagging down [?]
with my music blasting, hands all on your baby mama
y’all ain’t with the drama, y’all be talking to your honor, ahh!
i did it without it
they saying i’m next, couple n-ggas still doubting
really from a set, little n-gga i’m bout it
comptown till the grave, every day i shout it
had a dream, made a plan
took my [?] like a man
never salted anybody, all we talk about’s your friends
i ain’t shaking no hands, never hate on no man
when it’s all said and done, they gon say i did it without it

[hook]
without it [x8]

[verse 2 – bad lucc]
you looking at a dlg
tell that b-tch i don’t need nothing but hbc
town aboriginal, d o g
where the homies move the rock like cp3
[?], whooping the bromo codes
khakis and [?] with the cornrows locster
all ways on my toes, homie post on her -ss
bout to make a move i don’t f-ck with the [?]
n-gga bl known to make the chirp go
they got a n-gga stomped out in my first show
you better ask around, know a n-gga burnt though
and ya squad ‘fore i put him in a he-rs- door
i’m from the era of lil clyde and dove
east side n-gga, never carding them [?]
i be a real n-gga without the vouch n-gga
chalk a n-gga out for the doubt
a real n-gga without it

[hook]

[verse 3 – problem]
compton paparazzi banging down central
instrumentals bang loud, presidential hanging out the window
turnt, getting turnt, talk to the burnt homie
he get ot bread, he got a scarf on me
ugly grind, whole crew got to shine
long as wristw-tch tick tocks it’s always money time
never flip rock, move big blocks of wintertime
told mama it’s good, we eating, dinnertime
no forks, no spoon, but i will eat your dime up
knocker drawers on, getting hundred dollar lineups
b-tch, understand it
call your b-tch and get a room at the [?]
the boy rotate b-tches like planet
do my damage then a n-gga vanish
the diamond like dolo, money coming fast
better hold on, richard [?]
still the same n-gga without it

[hook]

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