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Yea Yea I always wondered if I kept it too real, would they judge me for it Or would they love me for it, but then again I really don't give no f**k, like, yea, look Look me in my eyes what you see is a savage Trynna live my best life, but I told all the [?] You be hatin' on the kid, dead homies is tragic b*t*hes wanna see me fall when I treated the [?] It's groundbreaking Pulled a Choppa, now the ground shaking He was talkin' to the pigs, I just call it foul playing And if I know one thing, I'm certain the mom's love me I'm sorry if I ever made you look at me different She try to put me in position, but I didn't listen Cause I was hangin' with them airheads, the wig splitters You tell me put the lean down, but I keep sippin' Never told me stop stunnin' so I'm still drippin' As far as pops go, thank him for everything It finally felt official when you gave moms a wedding ring I know nobody's perfect, but still a good example How to stand on your own, and never run from no battles Even at times that I knew we were struggling It gave me confidence still seeing y'all hustlin' An only f**k with fam, never f**kin' with these suckas Always being there for me, let the team know you love us You my real pops, the other n***a a dead beat I stay away from that, like soda and red meat I came from the gutter, a solid mother f**ker Any n***a talkin' down, say it clear, don't stutter, uh Back to the streets, can't go back to the streets Hit swerve, Gotti lying when I'm ever in some beef Turn that little beef to a full plate of quiche Red kool-aid, how these pu**y n***as sweet Back to the streets, I was really in the streets Yea, It's all fun and games, till you on that level three Grind or go broke is what I really noticed Stayin' down for the count, an never lose focus Understand, I put us in position for the fam Couldn't never take the stand, how they did my brother man I'm in lucky strike with it, how I'm out the gutter man An even when I got licked, I was never sucka man Watch baby boy seven, an I understood Cause the brother one of them, gon lead you out the hood I had the plug on the drank and it's a f**kin flood Till I start sippin' drank, now that's my mud Couldn't give her one time, not a single f**k Disrespectin' ain't for nun, now you out of luck We at wind, get it in, I'm finna bust a nut in my soda, n***as sippin' cut, huh Show you how to stunt, [?] now I show you how I never punt Smokin' killa to the face, I don't f**k with blunts OG up in this rock, cause I don't f**k with runts Back to the streets, I was really in the streets Hit swerve, Gotti lying when I'm ever in some beef Turn that little beef into a full plate of quiche Red kool-aid, how these pu**y n***as sweet Back to the streets, can't go back to the streets Yea, It's all fun and games, till you on that level three Grind or go broke is what I really noticed Stayin' down for the count, an never lose focus, uh
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