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[Intro] I'm just saying, like what, you gon' be like that your whole life? Yeah, pussy nigga, yeah (Don't play with him) You don't work, you don't eat over here baby Mildew or barbeque, ho up or blow up Huh, fuck you gon' do man? Yeah, nigga had to lose something, like what you gon' do? I mean [Chorus] You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches Do heaven got a spot up therе for trap niggas? I eat every mеal like it's my last dinner Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner [Verse 1] You don't live two steps ahead of the game then you already lost You gon' have to make some work before you make yourself a boss This life what you make it I make something shake, I don't get risk, I just take it This life about chances We don't get questioned 'cause nigga, we the answers Every nigga around me is on go, so how is we gon' stop? Clipped a couple extra niggas 'cause they ate before the plot Good advice is just advice but this advice might save your life [Chorus] You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches Do heaven got a spot up there for trap niggas? I eat every meal like it's my last dinner Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner [Verse 2] It's hard to explain but it's easy to be real If you ain't been inside my shoes, you wouldn't know nothing how I feel Gas your shooter like a killer, that could get your shooter killed Put 'em on ice, we could get your whole block chilled And honestly, we preach positivity but tote Glocks Shit, we could take it there but we know you gon' call the cops Don't get out of body, get inside your bag and use your mind If it's you, then it's you, just take this shit and don't ask why [Chorus] You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches Do heaven got a spot up there for trap niggas? I eat every meal like it's my last dinner Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
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