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Letra : Hermes Blanket

(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?