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In that body Benz we keep big swervin'
Baby top me down, I need lip service
Told?brodie?shoot his shot?'til his wrist hurtin'
I gotta keep?my gun 'cause it gets murky
I told baby she can leave if she want to
All this going back and forth is what I won't do
People never understand what I go through
I'm just putting my real life on these Pro Tools

Just show me you love me, you want my time, it's expensive
These n***as be talking until we pay they a** a visit
Ain't posting no load 'cause if I show it, it's exquisite
Don't know why they love me, I guess my sound, it be different
This lifestyle we living, yeah, we still working on the weekend
The OGs that raised me, man, they just threw me in the deep end
The sh*t I be saying, it take a minute just to sink in
Devil be on me, sometimes I feel him tryna creep in
We really the topic
Man, I swear to God we the topic
Other n***as on they team up tryna stop us
N***a try your luck, boy these bullets heart stoppin'
Swear they run into us and these n***as' hearts droppin'
(Yeah, free the demons 'til they get home n***a)
In that body Benz we keep big swervin'
Baby top me down, I need lip service
Told brodie shoot his shot 'til his wrist hurtin'
I gotta keep my gun 'cause it gets murky
I told baby she can leave if she want to
All this going back and forth is what I won't do
People never understand what I go through
I'm just putting my real life on these Pro Tools (Uh)

I miss my brother Eric, I just hate that we departed
Got knots up on this chopper, swear this b*t*h'll go retarded
Don't tell me you love me, if you won't finish what you started
Be high off the 'scotti and still be rolling up regardless
And that's for Treyan, we spend a thousand on Givenchy
Believe it or not, I'm showing n***as this ain't Ripley's
In love with my Glock, you know I gotta keep her with me
It's snakes on the block, I know somebody tryna get me
I feel like they coming and I ain't into playing defense
When n***as start dying, these pu**y n***as get to preachin'
A b*t*h wanna argue, I ain't staying, b*t*h I'm leavin'
Had dreams about ten, now I can make that on the weekend
All I need is revenge, rather pop a door, he finna creep in
Shoutout Rim Gotti, bought the gleek in
Baby bought a pair of Gucci socks for me to sleep in
You start to get money and watch them n***as start to leach in
In that body Benz we keep big swervin'
Baby top me down, I need lip service
Told brodie shoot his shot 'til his wrist hurtin'
I gotta keep my gun 'cause it gets murky
I told baby she can leave if she want to
All this going back and forth is what I won't do
People never understand what I go through
I'm just putting my real life on these Pro Tools

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