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(Southside on the track, yeah)

Tried to dumb me down but I'm too rich to act like I was broke
Gucci store, seventy-five hundred on a leather coat
Free the bro, yeah, I probably say that sh*t in every song
That corner store held me down, I didn't have nowhere else to go
We kickin' doors, Brendan had no clothes, his mom was on the dope
We switching up, got our hands on a pistol, we started stickin' up
Just give it up, he got a bad temper, he be quick to bust
My life was rough, we wasn't going to school, we tryna run it up
Walk to the bluff, free lil' Jaq and D, can't say that sh*t enough
Stolen truck, we got on the chase but we had got away
Antonio make it, Lupo caught the case, that sh*t there was cray
Marco survived, he got in another Wraith, somebody died
I been in the streets since I was nine, for real
Think this money got me traumatized, I ain't got no time to chill
I know if a b*t*h won't, then my mama will
I can't lie, I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode, but I can't take no more
All this pain, I don't know how to feel
I was taught if you gon' take it, go on and take it, I don't know how to steal
f**k the opps, we gotta killl
Slide back on the same drill
Let the stick head out the window, I'ma drive the wheel
Cuban link around my neck even though I'm a n***a, yeah
Tennis chains, I'd probably shoot my shot at Serena Williams (Yeah, yeah)
I did some sh*t beyond said (Beyoncé) way 'fore I heard about Jigga ('Bout Jigga)
Where I'm from, you got a felony warrant, you still gotta keep a pistol
Break it down and trap it (Trap it), wrap it up in the plastic (Trappin')
Lil' ho, she too savage, f**kin' her friend baby daddy
I had to crash in the trap house, cuz that bed had too much traffic
I know George shoot this b*t*h like Stackhouse like he play for the Mavericks (Rollin')
Geekin' in the club, move around the crowd, get it
She said she'd let me f**k, I was just finna ask if my dawg hit it
I witnessed some dope boys six feet that got rich off midget
I had f**ked a cougar, she ain't even know these thousand-dollar britches
I can't be playin' with these n***as, can't be playin' with these hoes
All the youngins know is doors locked even though keys open doors
Know it's open safe, even my woman getting cake
No money in my pocket, I left it at the bank
5k on a lil outfit, I wore it two days
Sixteen hundred on some Hi-Tech, drank it in two days
Had to report so he prolly gettin' rich
If I die 'fore all my opps, make sure they get spinned (On God)
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
No phone, I hit the whore, how she came off the backpage
Sports car, athlete, money ball like NBA
Who your broad? She got bad kids but her head great
Forty K, all dubs, feel like dead weight
I'm f**kin' this hoe from London, she kept on sayin' Max

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