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[?] go crazy on the beat

And lately, I ain't been up on my shit
I got a gift, ain't been takin' advantage of it
Every time I hit the booth, the mic, I'm damaging it
It's hard to be around the fake when you as real as it gets
And I still wonder, how does it feel to be rich?
I ain't leavin' this booth 'til I make a million hits
My life a movie, hit the scene, yo' bitch be filmin' and shit
When you tell 'em bout they self they in they feelin's and shit
I know niggas who in college, still wit' the shit
Got some niggas maskin' up and they still hittin' licks
Bitch I'm DaBoii, bitch yo' bitch hit me like I'm feelin' the kid
Give her dick the way she screamin', you'd think I'm killin' the bitch
Same nigga out the womb, ask my mama dukes
Before you try and feed me lies I need the honest truth
How I'm gon' give this bitch my all when she gon' probably choose
And I know I don't got it all but I got the juice
That ice around yo' neck ain't real, you don't got the flu
You cooperate wit' cops and we got the proof
So many niggas in this game now done got the boot
Hit up flake city for the ratchets 'cause he got the juice
Said I would never make it, jokes up, slap in the face
I always knew I could be great since way back in the days
And when I'm off that Heen ting I'm never actin' my age
Ain't in yo' right mind, please don't tempt or get blast for the K

Ah, I'm just back on my shit
Ah, I'm just back on my shit
I got the gang on my wrist, nigga
I put back on my shit
Ah, I'm just back on my shit
I got the gang on my wrist
Ah, I'm just back on my shit
Ah, I'm just back on my shit
I'm just back on my shit
Ah, I got the gang on my wrist
Ah, I'm just back on my shit
Nigga, back on my shit

My new whip clean as f*ck but I'm still ridin' dirty
Keep somethin' fat up in the house in case they try and purge me
The negativity motivate me, keep my fire burnin'
If it ain't got nothin' to do wit' me then I turn into Kermit
And this mic saved my life, wasn't no other way
Them niggas that y'all think shooters wouldn't bust a grape
My lil' niggas y'all big dogs and they all in a rage
His clip may be filled up wit' gas but you know he don't wanna be
I'ma break, rude, but I ain't nice
Run her fingers through my hair, I'm like bitch I have lice
Anti nutted on 2k
Yeah I know the outta sight, the f*ck?
Taxin' me like I'm a nerd, I might knock the plug out
And I'ma post up on the block if gang ain't brought the guns out
Rap is dead, this shit ran by a bunch of mush mouths
Buffed up, them ain't Carties on yo' face you buffed out
Remember wonderin' what I'm gon' do wit' my life, gettin' cussed out
That shit had a nigga grindin', still thank mom's for the speech
Even though I talk about death, I still thank God that I'm breathing
When you fresh up off that porch, it's a lot you'll be seein'
The years pass by, you lose your mind burying your bro in the cement
Wishin' you was by his side, like what the f*ck was you thinkin'?
All that pain turned into hatred that's what's making us demons
Now niggas beef it could be for the stupidest reasons
And when they ask about the truth, I'm the one that's gon' speak it
On the gang

Woah oh oh oh ohh
You keep my fire burnin', ohhh
You keep my fire burnin', ohhh
You keep my fire burnin'
Can't get enough of you, ohhh
You keep my fire burnin'

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