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Ayy, Hit, what you gon' do with sh*t like this, my n***a?

Yeah, all praises due to the most high
Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by
It f**ked me up, these people gave my n***a low profile
Told 'em that time like Kobe, first step, that sh*t gon' blow by
Used to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides
Was in the streets, but I still provided the hoes to those guys
I'm just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source
Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride
Givin' back, every n***a in my section live
Got two shooters that's bustin' pipes like when pressure rise
Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side
'Til I see 'em in public, now the wanna contextualize
I heard n***as shot up your corner for a second time
Hit like two n***as, you pu**y n***as have yet to slide
These verses is exercise, lately, I been feelin' like I'm the best alive
And it's my first album, I just arrived
I heard n***as stealin' my lane, but we don't spit it the same
They say it's gettin' spooky, I hear n***as stealin' my slang
They tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page
I don't consider you gang, n***a
I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang
That I would pull up, let it ring, think sh*t is a game
GxFR, went and put that sh*t on my chain
'Cause long after I die, my n***as remain
Ayy, my n***a Hit-Boy did the production
Rollie my wrist and I bust it
Listen, we built the whole Griselda house with our hands, we did it from nothin'
I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction
So f**k your top five if it ain't me
Uh, I came a long way from May Street
Look what I became, God don't make mistakes, see
I'm 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah

I'll do a n***a bogus (Bogus)
I'll leave a n***a knowin' (Knowin')
Fear of God I got on (Got on)
All the way at the top where it's lonely (Lonely)
All my n***as paid (Paid)
We run it up and break bread (Break bread)
Can't let you get to my head (My head)
I can't let you get to my head
Rock out with my friends, yeah, my brothers with me
Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me
I grew up [?], most of my OGs dead
Keep an eye on [?], I can't watch her OD, yeah
Real birds, watchin', watchin' me
You got big nerves plottin' on me, yeah
I don't fear anything
I don't feel anything, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

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