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I'll never stress too much over something or somebody Like, no matter who around you Or what's goin' on around you Life gonna go on, you just gotta be happy, you still here On granny, yeah, yeah I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sunday's I was probaly sinnin' B*t*h, I'm tryin' to be more than rich And win until I'm tired of winnin' My new b*t*h thick, yeah And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in My ex b*t*h be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah She don't get that we just different, yeah Tell the Lord, "I'm so glad to make it" Richest in my cla**, ain't graduated I'm so glad, we made it, past the basement Now a n***a livin' past amazing I can't think from all these bags I'm facing But I know, I'm the greatest don't gas my ranking Never had nothin', he flash, we take it Think that he solid, these bullets gon' break 'em F**ked up by losses I never thought that I could win again I told my mama if they find these guns Then I'll probaly will go back to pen again Took a bus but not a Benz from here I can't trip about no friends again 'Cause n***as want drama, I just want some commas That's why my best friend is Benjamin No cap, n***as two face, don't f**k with that If I give you my name I'm stuck with that When I f**k from the back, you f**k me back If I fall in love, would you love me back? I heard you think love is whack Well it's probaly 'cause the n***a that you f**ked wit whack He f**ked up and you gon' go back Girl, f**k that n***a, we done with that You f**kin' with me, they probaly told you, "That n***a so street" He walk outside and he clutchin' his feet He feel like everybody just goin' to leave So he pray that you play for keeps Please don't leave me, putting trust in new people ain't easy But I know you need me as much I need you I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on sunday's I was probaly sinnin' B*t*h, I'm tryin' to be more than rich And win until I'm tired of winnin' My new b*t*h thick, yeah And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in My ex b*t*h be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah She don't get that we just different, yeah I'm blowing up like a split If it's problem, no problem, bro wait in this jungle If I shoot, I won't miss Trappy been on the court, he a blow if I pa** him the torch If he strapped with the gang, then we with it We was youngins, they labeled 'em BaeBae kids All them young n***as trippin', got a milli came up on my city Keep a Glock with a d**k, no AK Pop some karats for my n***as, don't they pay Pop them Xannys, they think that I'm cray-cray Pop too many and it look like my face fade Bring my choppa, ain't doin' no may lay All these b*t*hes, goin' to give him a face lay Money talkin', I don't care about what they say We came Bobby V, came off the fake way 'Cause I got ties with mine Ain't no squares in my gra**, my sh*t cut 'Cause I can't die in mind Let a n***a say it's up then we gon' slide B*t*h, I'm gon' ride for mines We get caught up in that jam, b*t*h, I'm goin' to lie for mine I can go black and white, I came back to fight Tell my lawyers, "Let's wrap up the case" All bezels here when I just bought the Wraith Smokin' on more, I feel like I'm on space I worked too hard for you to take my place Sit back and count that money to a state I don't really think these n***as real for real They fake so I watch my back 'Cause I hear n***as out here kill to kill I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sunday's I was probaly sinnin' B*t*h, I'm tryin' to be more than rich And win until I'm tired of winnin' My new b*t*h thick, yeah And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in My ex b*t*h be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah She don't get that we just different, yeah
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