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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Mama said it would be days like this Knew the police was gon' raid like this Knew this sh*t was in my veins like this N***a, f**k it, I get paid like this Mama said that it'd be days like this Knew the police was gon' raid like this Knew this sh*t was in my veins like this (Yeah) N***a, f**k it, I get paid like this (Yeah, yeah) Sh*t get wet up, triple threat, uh Devil in the flesh walkin' in Triple S, uh Bullet with the green tip go through the vest, uh 1990 Testarossa, f**k a Tesla My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a n***a jam (There's nothing better than love) B*t*h, ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man Iced out G where my heart used to be (B*t*h) I smoke a n***a then show up while they reading his eulogy I blew my first million on cars, drugs, b*t*hes, and jewelry I run the section now, I love my connection, Chuck Woolery (Chuck Woolery, n***a) Corleone casino, Freddie Tarantino They do me like Benny Blanco, then I'll go smoke Carlito (B*t*h) In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I often eat with them people that'll kidnap your people I live for the moment, stuck in the minute In an instance, my vision was showing what I was missing Damn, I should've listened Too many homies locked down off in prison, living Isn't this how it was supposed to be? Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki' To an undercover, low-down motherf**ker got me Ducking indictments, paying the price is an understatement I'm ten toes in the pavement I'd rather die than give a statement And we don't talk to police, f**k 12, f**k 'em Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option The streets ain't the only people watching (Feds on my line, every phone call popping) I can hear it deep down in my spirit I'm super careful what I say, a n***a leery You hear me? Man, it's like we failed our youngsters, man It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man That sh*t that they can live by That sh*t that they can, you know, music to drive by, you feel me? Like, like, like, my, my n***a These n***as, these lil' youngsters walkin' around this b*t*h like they bulletproof, man Come on, dog, wake the f**k up, man Don't you know a n***a'll knock your motherf**kin' head off out here with that bullsh*t? Quit playing, dog, straight up Soul Sold Separately Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you? Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man Yo, you guys gotta turn this f**kin' album in, man It's been three years Freddie has himself holed up in a f**kin' suite in Vegas I know he's tryna charge us for that sh*t You guys are way overbudget Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for this Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school And by the way, Norva, put the wings down F**kin' room service is not recoupable
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