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[Intro] Huh That's probably the reason why I don't even write music no more, fool I don't even know how to like feel my vibe, I be goin' through like different moods and shit Every time I try to write some music When I be feelin' the vibe and wantin' to like feel how I used to feel I ain't even the nigga I used to be no more So I be moody, goin' through different moods and shit It be different, I don't even know how to feel like I used to feel I ain't that nigga no more, so whoever you lookin' for, you ain't gon' find him Just gon' find me, uh The nigga you used to know, nigga you was lookin' for, used to blow pipes and tote dice Blow dice, I mean tote pipes and blow dice Whatever Whatever, whenever Uh [Verse] Fuck that bag (Bag), used to fuck that bag up (Bag up) Foenem playin' with this shit, but they gon' smash somethin' Foreigns why the call me Swervo, used to crash 'em Police at my mama house, they picked the Jag up Get your cash up, get your swag up You a killer, right? Why you tag us? Make your mind up, pussy boy, decide somethin' Haters gon' manipulate, they tryna mindfuck I woke up like 8 a.m. 'cause I'm a grinder Foenem called to wake me first 'cause they with sliders (They with sliders) I can't let no nigga conquer us, divide us (Divide us) We was born kings, can't no one define us We was in the trenches broke and fucked the finest ones (Finest ones) Niggas know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns (Loudest guns) We can't hate, appreciate our wait around the sun (Wait around the sun) We can't hate, appreciate a day around the sun (Uh-huh) I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son (Two of 'em) I love spendin' time with 'em, but I gotta run (Uh-huh) This life shit ain't cheap, this life shit ain't sweet Made decisions gotta keep, I can't post delete The internet wan' see me stressed, pullin' up old Tweets I ain't even into that shit, can't remember that shit Whips, I used to rent them shits, and now I'm in that shit She do too much hatin' shit, can't defend that bitch I can't lie about my past, so I made that list Hoes be on hatin' shit, I can't take that risk Uh, uh, can't erase what I did But if that glove do not fit, then you mustn't quit (Quit) I was fuckin' shit lit, I was just a jit (Jit) I was on some sick shit, I was just a jit I can't even think I'm special, that's just how we live That's why niggas fourteen out here havin' kids That's why niggas fourteen out here doin' bids I couldn't chase my dreams, but I knew 'bout forty SIGs Thirty Glocks, pull up, thirty shots Never thought we'd hear 'em stop (Stop), but we heard 'em stop She a teen, ain't have no pops (Pops), but she had a crop top Nigga ain't have no pops (Pops) but he had a drop-top (Top) For real
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