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Granny, Slinko makin' beats again
Splurge the God made another one
Hit Squad, you understand us?
Yellin', "Gang-gang," to all my gang members
Yellin', "Gang," tellin' my real ones I won't change, nigga (Granny, Slinko makin' beats again)
Yeah (Splurge the God made another one), remain the same, nigga
Oh, why?

When my mama last her job, after that, couldn't pay the rent
Moved to my auntie's, slept on the couch, but it still ain't make no sense
I took some losses through it all, but never once betrayed the clique
You see, my daddy made a dog and your mama raised a bitch, oh, boy
Know they p*ssy, they ain't solid, that ain't me
Oh, it get real, I'm in the field, I go get skied and change my fit
I'm ready to slide and when I drop 'em, I'ma hit like I can't miss
How the f*ck you ain't gon' raise them kids when you made shawty take the dick?
I was locked down in a cell, and I can't lie, I hated it
But I know my hustle was illegal, so I knew I was takin' risks
Yellin', "Fee-fi-fum," I'm runnin' down with a drum
And I'ma keep my gun on me, so they ain't takin' shit
I ain't wanna be Craig or Day-Day, so I'm Deebo
And I ain't never liked the Batman, so I'm robbin' for the C-note
I wasn't into Spider-Man, the Green Goblin, that was my hero
'Cause I was mobbin' with them choppers, tryna put a opp into sleep mode

You said
That you would never leave
Never ever leave my side, but it caught me by surprise

When I found out that you lied to me, I'm on edge now
f*ck it, get the money, f*ck the flowers, I don't need 'em
And the money and the fame came with the power, I know you see it
I couldn't believe it when you left me, yeah, I needed you
And you said f*ck the bond we had in the past, I can't believe it's true

Them folks go crazy, it's a shame how
They see my face in different places and know my name now
Same name I made for myself on my chain, yeah
I'm still the same, yeah, that's on my gang, yeah
BG4L, yeah, I'm so cut-throat for the gang I rep
Heart cold as hell, bitch, I'm still thinkin' 'bout the days you left
Held my own like a man, I can't let a bitch kill my vibe
And tell the opps, bitch, I'm still outside and they still gon' die
Bricks and a burner on four wheels and money counters (Like brrrr)
Four-door Phantoms, tote them hammers like I'm Rambo (That thing go, "Grrr")
I lost my aunt to the streets, I don't need no answers
Real life stick to the script with no camera, why?

You said
That you would never leave
Never ever leave my side, but it caught me by surprise
When I found out that you lied to me, I'm on edge now
f*ck it, get the money, f*ck the flowers, I don't need 'em
And the money and the fame came with the power, I know you see it
I couldn't believe it when you left me, yeah, I needed you
And you said f*ck the bond we had in the past, I can't believe it's true

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