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Lyrics from snippet Ayy, Hit, what you gon' do with sh*t like this, my n***a? Yeah, all praises due to the most high Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by It f**ked me up, these people gave my n***a low profile Told 'em that time like Kobe, first step, that sh*t gon' blow by Used to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides Was in the streets, but I still provided the hoes to those guys I'm just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride Givin' back, every n***a in my section live Got two shooters that's bustin' pipes like when pressure rise Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side 'Til I see 'em in public, now the wanna contextualize I heard n***as shot up your corner for a second time Hit like two n***as, you pu**y n***as have yet to slide These verses is exercise, lately, I been feelin' like I'm the best alive And it's my first album, I just arrived I heard n***as stealin' my lane, but we don't spit it the same They say it's gettin' spooky, I hear n***as stealin' my slang They tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page I don't consider you gang, n***a I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang That I would pull up, let it ring, think sh*t is a game GxFR, went and put that sh*t on my chain 'Cause long after I die, my n***as remain Ayy, my n***a Hit-Boy did the production Rollie my wrist and I bust it Listen, we built the whole Griselda house with our hands, we did it from nothin' I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction So f**k your top five if it ain't me Uh, I came a long way from May Street Look what I became, God don't make mistakes, see I'm 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah I'll do a n***a bogus (Bogus) I'll leave a n***a knowin' (Knowin') Fear of God I got on (Got on) All the way at the top where it's lonely (Lonely) All my n***as paid (Paid) We run it up and break bread (Break bread) Can't let you get to my head (My head) I can't let you get to my head Rock out with my friends, yeah, my brothers with me Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me I grew up [?], most of my OGs dead Keep an eye on [?], I can't watch her OD, yeah Real birds, watchin', watchin' me You got big nerves plottin' on me, yeah I don't fear anything I don't feel anything, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
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