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wacotron - gram and a hoodie lyrics

[verse 1]
aye
seventeen i was labeled a runaway
i’ma f+ck up this beat in a humble way
it didn’t get me nowhere, put the gun away
it’s too hot on the bloc, put the sun away
my lil’ brother just picked up another k
the way he trippin he gon’ catch another case
i was blessed to wake up to another day
this ain’t fair i ain’t come with a funnel cake
took a p had to carry my own weight
i got no monkey bars, i ain’t come here to play
ride for my n+ggas, hope they do the same
got no address but the bloc wherе i stay
cheat on my b+tch but i’m true to the gamе
big smokin texas leave it how i came
tell what you know you gon’ get rearranged
roll up while i’m driving, don’t get in my lane
let me put this in your mind, on the bloc i do this every time
seven dollars won’t get you a dime
losing people that sh+t had me crying
i been through it, don’t wanna rewind
no handout, i got this out the grind
go and tell on yo people, you none of my kind
how he got yo back and he ain’t got a spine
[chorus]
say let me know is you f+ckin with it
i come up from nothing, i’m coming with it
my momma don’t like how i’m thuggin with it
keep a burner, don’t make me get ugly with it
i heard they be talkin that talk
but i don’t want a check
f+ck what you talkin about
right off the muscle
f+ck all that talking
tell me where it’s at
let’s get it

[verse 2]
it took a lil’ time but i waited my turn
took every note from the lessons i learned
i been to h+ll but i didn’t get a burn
i’m the truthest alive, if that ain’t what you heard
if you seen what i seen you’d be devastated
can’t handle the smoke, you a cancer patient
i been talkin to texas, won’t fabricate it
from the gutter the place where i graduated
you can walk on my shoes with the same size
hit the door, i was ready for game time
a drop in the pot, got some hang time
i’m taking one out if it ain’t mine
tryna come up you gon’ commit a crime
talkin that game, they don’t want you to shine
if it ain’t a dollar then get out my line
it’s hard to keep up when you get left behind
wanna go hit a l!ck but i shouldn’t
started off with a gram and a hoodie
see the people i might have to book it
leveled up now i’m far from a rookie
had a chance on my line and i took it
gotta watch them i know they been lookin
karma hit me like freeman i shook it
trust n0body these n+ggas be crooked
[chorus]
say let me know is you f+ckin with it
i come up from nothing, i’m coming with it
my momma don’t like how i’m thuggin with it
keep a burner, dont make me get ugly with it
i heard they be talkin that talk
but i don’t want a check
i ain’t talking about sh+t
right off the muscle
f+ck all that talking
tell me where its at
let’s get it

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