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Kim J ballin' on these hoes, huh? Yung Ting, you goin' crazy I promise I won't fall for no sucka sh*t (Never) And if you talkin' murder then we lovin' it But your street cred don't mean sh*t when it's over with (When it's over with) 'Cause them white folks only know you by your government And it's forever f**k them n***as Still ain't worried about that opp I should've never trust them n***as But he gon' get it just for the f**k of it 'Cause I ain't got it I ain't your dawg no more Watchin' you f**kin' with me I told him here to slide, I don't know where I'm finna lay (Finna lay) If you catch a n***a on that frontline then you buss One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rest Kanye told me "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?" And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it And it was hard times, bills late I got a million some changed Gigi whip it out and get right in my face And they know I ain't lyin', a n***a play He go down in broad day Tryna put a pu**y n***a in his place Tryna send a pu**y n***a outer space Heaven gates, Chevy straight CP3 okay, and baby tell your grade He can go down anytime, any place that I say A lotta sh*t I won't say Tell them n***as dig up their grave My n***as military mind and they won't slide without them case No one steppin' for them j's He catch it I'm sendin' plans I told him if you catch him, you stretch him, I'm in the Wraith And it's some sh*t he do out of love, ain't 'bout to pay Say this some sh*t he do for the fun, knock off his face I got different hoes tellin' me they love me out the state And no we don't go on dates I can't lie on cameras, slippin' I was beige 'Cause you know when I caught him sleepin' with his babe If you catch a n***a on that frontline then you buss One shooter just came home from doin' time, he kinda rest Kanye told me "You gotta take your time, why you rushin'?" And through the truth I see a bunch of lies, I don't trust it And it was hard times, bills late I got a million some changed Gigi whip it out and cook right in my face And they know I ain't lyin', a n***a play He go down in broad day Tryna put a pu**y n***a in his place I'm tryna send a pu**y n***a outer space Heaven gates, Chevy straight CP3 okay, and baby tell your grade Hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm, I need that, hmm
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