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Grandma honey's made of humming
She'll keep humming in her sleep
Hum for brother dear, hum for me
Hum for love, hum for peace

I remember **** tellin' me I changed like I changed or somethin'
Like I still ain't with the gang or somethin'
Like I won't put this **** right up to your brain and start flamin', huh?
You think it's that because I'm famous, huh?
Just 'cause I rock a hundred chains, I'm not a hundred and I'm strange
I had to spit a hundred rhymes and spin they block hundred times, I ain't lyin'
**** actors, get on wax and I spit facts, I ain't tryin'
To get home, I had to back out with that iron, I got spine
Runnin' up a billion on my mind, I got time
But time ain't on my side, I can't be home, don't got time
I can't get no rest in
Every day, I'm still stressing 'cause I lost my best friends
I be ridin' with FNs
Bought a house out on the West 'cause, ****, I bring them checks in
Gotta count my blessings, I can't let no mess in
Right now, I gotta fall back until I'm at my best again
Ain't got nothin' to do with ****, I'm tucked off at the Westin, uh

They don't understand the pain that come with fame
Rockin' all these diamond chains, but I still ain't changed
It's so hard for me to stay the same
Livin' with these flashbacks inside my brain
All the memories when we was spinnin' back at night
Gotta put the silencer on the gun, it ain't no flashing lights
All the memories when we was spinnin' back at night
Gotta put the silencer on the gun, it ain't no flashing lights
Too much pain, ****, I'm like, "**** fame"
Fast lane, I've been movin' like a Mustang
Real ****, it's some killers, I can't **** with lames
Ran this **** up independent, I don't trust the game
But I trust myself, tryna touch some wealth
All this liquor in my liver **** up my health
Either way, I gotta get it when I get up
Rolls-Royce big, I gotta sit up
This **** don't mean nothin', I be droppin' tears thinkin' 'bout my brother
When I called him, he ain't pick up, lost my breath just like a hiccup
But the **** that hit him up, he got hit up
And I still be in my city 'cause the streets know I'm that ****, don't forget it
I got more digits, more triggers, more ****
And we all richer, ****, the Ghost was four-fifty
And I'm still with it, pull up, smoke 'em, no pity
Know my story notorious, I did it, no biggie, ayy

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