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f+ck
that real pyrex sh+t
uh

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i really went hard for n+ggas
way back in ’16, i hit that cell, i took that charge for n+ggas
i took my tour with all this sh+t, i think too large for n+ggas
you can hear that struggle all in my voice, that poverty carved a n+gga
you can hear that hustle all in my voice ’cause they can’t starve a n+gga
now they all be givin’ out sh+t for free, but they still charge a n+gga
this sh+t for me, how you tap me? that sh+t had scarred a n+gga
i’m gon’ leave that sh+t right where i smelled it, ain’t gon’ start with n+ggas
i’m gon’ play my hand right where they dealt it, playin’ it smart with n+ggas
playin’ this sh+t to my best
playin’ this sh+t to my vest
uh, mama, i’m felony test
uh, i can’t get no rest for real, baby, i’m tired, i’m stressed
uh, maybe i’m kind of depressed
these n+ggas be doin’ too much and i just be tryna do less
for real, no talkin’, just sittin’ that check
no stuntin’, no time to flex
uh, i ain’t even tryna have s+x
uh, baby, come break your neck for real
n+ggas know i’m up next for real
stood in the trap, won’t stress a deal
we was just broke, just stretchin’ meals
we was just up off ecstasy pills
stood on that block like t.j. watt and i hit like buck o’neil
i want a bag, it’s f+ck a thot, got on my bag, i love the feel
ayy, i am not rushin’ this sh+t, slow is better than fast
i can recall them days when i ain’t have sh+t, so tell me what’s better than last
start beatin’ the pot and i look at my wrist, drop and they tell me it’s glass
power house callin’ my phone, the credit done hit, gotta pay extra in cash, extra in cash
i been to h+ll and back for real, i had a blast
stuck in the cell, i ain’t never tell, so yeah, label me one of the last
i will not fail, i gotta prevail, i promise that i’ma go fetchin’ a bag
it’s in myself to catch me a sale, so look, i cannot sit on my ass
i need the bricks and i need the bales, so look, put all this sh+t in the bag
i’m in the street just like a seville, i guess you could say i’m livin’ fast
i played the game like it was atari, now look, that karma be all on my ass
i felt the shame and i felt the sorry, so look, i’ma be flexin’ this cash
i done been broke and couldn’t make a dollar, so look, i’m makin’ a play like i’m chad
i was too small and couldn’t be a starter, so i started rockin’ them burgundy rags
i felt like school ain’t had enough offers, so look, i started skippin’ the class
i hit the club and drank out a bottle and look, f+cked around, fell on my ass
fresh out a cell, i’m goin’ full throttle and look, got all these f+ck n+ggas mad
fresh out a cell, this ho wanna holler and look, got all my ex b+tches sad
fresh out a cell, i’m chasin’ a dollar ’cause, yeah, i lost everything that i had
uh, yeah, yeah, i lost everything that i had and i went flat, brr

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