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(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) I pour an eight inside the Lam' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them n***as had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that sh*t be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this sh*t get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this sh*t ain't Madden All that sh*t you did in the streets, you know that sh*t gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turned they back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em call me I built a relationship with the real with n***as who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it f**k bein' a hundred, I spent a couple hundred on n***as' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for n***as who wasn't established You do that sh*t again, what you did to bro gon' get you a casket I did sh*t for n***as without them askin' I broke pounds for n***as without them matchin' I don't f**k with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This sh*t was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta n***as, but they still the bros The ones I ain't talk to like that back then, know they still hoes And some n***as try to hide they hate, but that sh*t still show I never f**ked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher b*t*h, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch them n***as you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life, he don't know how pu**y smell, that's why he f**k his lotion I know some real n***as would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent You know, I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherf**kers, like, what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time, know what I'm sayin'? Some of the guys don't even know what the f**k a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate All angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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