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******intro] |
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you good, t-minus? |
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[refrain] |
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niggas been countin me out |
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im countin my bullets, im loadin my clips |
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im writin down names, im makin a list |
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im checkin it twice and im gettin em hit |
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the real ones been dyin, the fake ones is lit |
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the game is off balance, im back on my shit |
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the bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty |
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but thats how i like it, you all on my dick |
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[verse 1] |
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im all in my bag, this hard as it get |
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i do not snort powder, i might take a sip |
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i might hit the blunt, but im liable to trip |
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i aint poppin no pill, but you do as you wish |
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i roll with some fiends, i love em to death |
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i got a few mil but not all of them rich |
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what good is the bread if my niggas is broke? |
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what good is first class if my niggas cant sit? |
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thats my next mission, thats why i cant quit |
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just like lebron, get my niggas more chips |
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just put the rollie right back on my wrist |
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this watch came from drizzy, he gave me a gift |
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back when the rap game was prayin id diss |
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they act like two legends cannot coexist |
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but id never beef with a nigga for nothin |
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if i smoke a rapper, its gon be legit |
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it wont be for clout, it wont be for fame |
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it wont be cause my shit aint sellin the same |
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it wont be to sell you my latest lil sneakers |
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it wont be cause some nigga slid in my lane |
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everything grows, its destined to change |
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i love you lil niggas, im glad that you came |
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i hope that you scrape every dollar you can |
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i hope you know money wont erase the pain |
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to the ogs, im thankin you now |
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was watchin you when you was pavin the ground |
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i copied your cadence, i mirrored your style |
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i studied the greats, im the greatest right now |
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fuck if you feel me, you aint got a choice |
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now i aint do no promo, still made all that noise |
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this year gon be different, i set my intentions |
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i promise to slap all that hate out your voice |
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[refrain] |
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niggas been countin me out |
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im countin my bullets, im loadin my clips |
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im writin down names, im makin a list |
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im checkin it twice and im gettin em hit |
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the real ones been dyin, the fake ones is lit |
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the game is off balance, im back on my shit |
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the bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty |
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but thats how i like it, you all on my dick |
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[chorus] |
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i just poured somethin in my cup |
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ive been wantin somethin i can feel |
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promise i am never lettin up |
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money in your palm dont make you real |
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foot is on they neck, i got em stuck |
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ima give em somethin they can feel |
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if it aint bout the squad, dont give a fuck |
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pistol in your hand dont make you real |
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[verse 2] |
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im dead in the middle of two generations |
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im little bro and big bro all at once |
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just left the lab with young 21 savage |
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im bout to go and meet jigga for lunch |
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had a long talk with the young nigga kodak |
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reminded me of young niggas from ville |
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straight out the projects, no fakin, just honest |
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i wish that he had more guidance, for real |
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too many niggas in cycle of jail |
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spending they birthdays inside of a cell |
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we coming from a long bloodline of trauma |
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we raised by our mamas, lord we gotta heal |
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we hurting our sisters, the babies as well |
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we killing our brothers, they poisoned the well |
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distorted self image, we set up to fail |
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ima make sure that the real gon prevail, nigga |
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[chorus] |
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i just poured somethin in my cup |
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ive been wantin somethin i can feel |
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promise i am never lettin up |
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money in your palm dont make you real |
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foot is on they neck, i got em stuck |
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ima give em somethin they can feel |
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if it aint bout the squad, dont give a fuck |
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pistol in your hand dont make you real |
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[outro] |
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money in your palm dont make you real |
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pistol in your hand dont make you real |
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money in your palm dont make you real |