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Tragedy
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YFN Lucci
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The tragedy in a man's life Is not having lived while you was alive Learnin' to love and lose is a part of life It's never having loved anyone or anything That's the biggest loss of all Wish Me Well 3, the streets is waitin' (yeah) Look, never put your trust in a n***a, my mama told me that I can't do no dirt with you n***as, you can't wait to rat Big homie keep sayin' he got me, I can't wait on that No offence, but I'ma go get mine, just pray I make it back Okay, my main man down, lil' brother died and he won't pay back Hey, ever seen a grown man cry in a Maybach? Talkin' to God, the hood do anything to have Lay back Lord know we'll do anything to have Quay back Look, free dog, John Kenny, I can't wait to see y'all Miss me with that sucker sh*t, but don't p*ss me off Look, we ain't duckin' no wreck, I just wrecked my new haul Had to cut the dead weight, I ain't no damn U-Haul Long live K.O It's hard to spot the snakes when the grass grow And everybody fake but it gon' soon show The street dirty, what you think I keep a broom for? Huh, all this damn pain, I be needin' medication I ain't need no education, I just stayed in rotation Real n***a, never let a sucker violate me I'm a grave digger, stop comparin' me to your big homie, b*t*h, I'm way bigger Huh, ring on my finger, that sh*t way bigger Huh, thinkin' they them n***a, b*t*h, we way bigger Huh, huh, I had to cut lil' shorty off, that n***a too bitter Before the song, I had no racks in the middle Now I say big bankroll, can't fit them racks in my denim Ayy, my lil' rich ass bro been gettin' racks since he was little, huh Me and money back to back splats, we was little, huh Before I was the man, I was the man in the middle Huh, before the bank juug, we had plans to get richer Playin' with that pistol, I got a plan for my lil' one They know I cashed out, I ain't put down on no nothin', huh Ain't lookin' for no handout, no I don't want nothin' from no n***a Six years later, I got elevators I got hella acres, nosy ass neighbors I got my own label, huh I don't need no money machine, I count my own paper Look, tell me why these so-called thugs act like they shootin' sh*t up But n***as don't got guns, these n***as so made up Talk tough online, this n***as funny as f**k Mm-mm
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