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Yeah, me and Chuck Check, check, check, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Cool, one I said, how many bags will it take to feed the fam? How much status will it take to leave your man? All of this evil sh*t I done seen, but y'all I Kareem these hooks so my whole team could ball East Atlanta on my back, I wear that sh*t a different way Made loads off my misery No black, so black, pro-black, the n***a Issa Rae No leftovers on my dinner plate When I get in my bag, know it's something to fear When I get in my feelings, know it's something to hear I got the right idea, inspire n***as, that's a bright idea Double-cross me if you like, I dare I'm not really that nice, I swear N***as got me f**ked up, talking ill, n***a, like I care Tell 'em have a seat, like, right there Put you in a chair like Ikea Light work, spent many nights out here, yeah You know it ain't many like me I know how to say the right thing You know it ain't many like me I said, I know how to do the right thing (Let's go) I said, "How many women in this thing without the ring?" Talk to 'em nice like, "Hi, is that Celine? That's the ninth one tonight that I done seen" I take a long pause, then laugh, "Baby, I'm playin'" Your gla** is looking thin, let me splash what you drinking I swipe, just like the win Look up, then look again And I dispersed, just did a digital dash A n***a got a lil' ghost She kept grabbin' her phone thinkin' she was finna post me How long you gon' act like I ain't the n***a you scared of? Village can't take care of the bear cubs Paired up with the snare, I'm killing everything the air touch Fair enough, I'm living vicarious Through my fears, I buried 'em And my tears into— into— I drowned in the river Four pound on my hip, I don't slip, I don't own slippers Hold me down (Hold me down), when your n***a talkin' foul (Talkin' foul) We deliver more sounds (More sounds) than a symphony You hear it's me (Uh, look, look) So who you see when you look in the mirror? Your appearance is pure, your spirit is priceless, pureness Sincerest apologies, the pistol's an insurance policy Anybody who body, you know who ridin' 'bout it You know it ain't many like 6, though Never need an intro, yeah Even through the talk and all the chatter I can show 'em that I know my family matters, Uncle Winslow Outdoors, smokin' Indo Blood don't make you kinfolk Loyalty is what I sin for No half-steppin', only ten toes Now life is at a different tempo Tempo, tempo Aight (Aight), this what I wanna say If you ever had a way to make a way, then make a way Ayy (Ayy), it's not complicated The words on my paper heavier than paperweights What you pay for that? Can you get that back, n***a? You ran a whole check up and they still ain't see you? This ain't no diss, this like fitness You picked the one to be the one, but you ain't have no discipline You sittin' in the bed you made, but you don't fit in it Your leg up in front of that motherf**ker, just kickin' it Just kickin', just kickin' Get up (Get up) Ain't nothin' over there, so you can quit acting tough It's like in your dreams, when you really can't punch Face your fears or your loved ones gotta run from 'em You know it ain't many like me I know how to say the right things You know it ain't many like me I said, I know how to do the right thing You ain't got nowhere to run home to They got you
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