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Hermes Blanket
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(Hundo) Relly Relly, he got this sh*t, yeah Young Gwan, Hajeem 7-9 Know what it is 7-9 Brodie died (Come on, yeah) Brodie died and I couldn't even thank him (Yeah) All them times I went through was painful I loss Al, I loss Reem, I got angels (Come on) When you get to this point, they try to bait you Damn near killing myself tryna save you (Damn) When you willing to help they still hate you (Yeah, yeah) My mom told me don't let this sh*t break you Most these n***as gone say that they made you (Yeah) Yesterday I gave my pop thirty-fivе hundred, he gave mе a hug, he was thankful Get the money and don't let it change you (Mean that) You move funny, I don't even hate you (Ahh) Chilling with Coon and Mel, the Casamigos, man, they telling me "Drink it "(I'm on) She keep on calling my cell, we just exchanged numbers, I feel like she anxious (Yeah) It got cold in the crib, had Hermes the blanket, ooh, I feel like I made it (Yeah) This a AMG wheel and it's spacious I was deep in the field tryna make it (Okay) Relly Relly, he got this sh*t crankin' (Let's go) At the telly, watch Belly, she naked I been peeping that n***as on fake sh*t (Let's go) I been peeping a lot but don't say sh*t (Ooh) Had to wait all them years 'til it made sense (Damn) On the block with my peers on a grave shift (Ahh) Came a long way, I used to wear K Swiss (Hold on) In my B27s goin' ape sh*t Up the way on a bike wearin' Bape sh*t (Damn) Donnie sent me a kite said you doing great sh*t Already knew you would make it Ain't no buying, they robbin', they take sh*t Tell me what you would do if they take? Keep a tool but that don't mean you straight N***as die with they tool, it's too late She like "What's that you blew?" It's a vape I was tryna move my mom out of state But she don't wanna leave, rather stay I was writing them raps 'til it ache And I'm always gon' rock for Lil Dre I smell good it's Dior what I sprayed In the hood on the four, I was raised Had to cement the four on my Jays I don't speak to them w****s once I slayed All the sh*t I endure, I'm amazed Play with fire, get burnt, I got caught in the flames And I had to sort out some things Ain't important, them n***as is lame I told her don't record when we hang I was hurt, I was pouring out pain You get marked, you get tore out the frame Ain't gon' let n***as score on the gang Pa**port, it got stamped I just boarded a plane Aruba, I landed and ordered some wings A trooper, I came from the mud, ain't complain These shooters be—, come on now These shooters be shootin' but don't got no aim I go and I spit in the booth and it's flames I hit what's-her-name but I won't say her name I'm not with the games, cut you off if you playing I use to take hikes Either walk it or train (Eww) I came from a bike, I pulled off in a range It's all out of spite when these b*t*hes come hang She told me her n***a f**ked up, I'm like "Damn" (Damn) She telling me that I lucked up I'm like— Naw, I ain't luck up on sh*t, b*t*h It's Young 7-9 I'm the catch Vernon 'til I die Let me hear that from the top, Sam?
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