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(Surf gang, b*t*h) (Ayo, J6, turn that up) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Life ain't a game for me, n***a, but maybe for you If I call up my shooter, he spamming R2 Up in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain't spinning at two Walk with that stick on me, no, ain't no books in the bag, you know that I'm keeping that tool All my old friends, they mad at me 'cause I got up like I stepped on a stool n***as on snapchat saying they proud of me, n***as ain't said nothing to me in school All of my teachers is proud of me, lil' black n***a who always would talk We finna run out his pockets, we taking that sh*t, piece of bacon, that boy piece of pork I had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil' n***as how we do that sh*t in New York n***as, they found out New York had the sauce when they heard that big Pop Smoke b*t*h, I feel like SB in them Cartis you know and I got [?] The party, I'm leaving that sh*t like a quarantine, one false move, that boy gotta go Youngest in charge, pulling they cards, walk up, slide in the car We catch him walking, bet he regret all that sh*t he was talking Tryna go against me, that's a forfeit, these VV's on faucet 22 the king of New York, b*t*h, so much Louis, I need an endorsement If I call up my stepper, he knocked out his shoes My diamonds, they dancing, he reaching, I'm back on the news If I use the revolver, they won't have a clue Pick a side, ain't no playing the middle so you better choose They gon' do it for free, I ain't paying no shooters She said she tryna eat, threw that b*t*h in an Uber Screaming out jugg like that n***a Scooter She give māthā, brain like a tutor Life ain't a game for me, n***a, but maybe for you If I call up my shooter, he spamming R2 Up in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain't spinning at two Walk with that stick on me, no, ain't no books in the bag, you know that I'm keeping that tool All my old friends, they mad at me 'cause I got up like I stepped on a stool n***as on snapchat saying they proud of me, n***as ain't said nothing to me in school All of my teachers is proud of me, lil' black n***a who always would talk We finna run out his pockets, we taking that sh*t, piece of bacon, that boy piece of pork I had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil' n***as how we do that sh*t in New York n***as, they found out New York had the sauce when they heard that big Pop Smoke b*t*h, I feel like SB in them Cartis you know and I got [?] The party, I'm leaving that sh*t like a quarantine, one false move, that boy gotta go
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