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(Keem, you wrong for that one) Actually, I can't lie It be them late nights like three, four in the mornin' I just get in my bag, like I just got to thinkin' 'bout everythin', like, from good to bad I don't know, shit don't be— (DJ Shab, fool) What it seems It's gon' be a long ride, tell 'em, "Buckle up" Go back, lock in with the gang, tryna huddle up f*ck the fame, it's time to run it up R.I.P. to Nip', that shit was lame, tryna double-up Huh, yeah, I'm lockin' in, I'm goin' back to my bitch, I'm tired of f*ckin' up Clockin' in, they know that karma a bitch, it's already stiff enough Feel like they gon' kill me one day if I wake up and kick the cup I slept already bad enough, she was bad for us Niggas be actin' like they a [?] for pain, tryna laugh at us Took my pain and prayed for God about it, and turned my savage up All the days I was stayed down niggas was playin', I got my baggage up So what that you was sayin'? Say I ain't gave a f*ck Where the f*ck you was at when I was tryna get my savings up? You was nowhere to be found, it hurt me to my heart up in the candle That's where I wore my cap and gown I pull up, jump out, "Nobody don't make no sound" That's what I told [?] when I pulled my first robbery on the Westside of town And that shit right there, let me count it bound, ayy We might [?] we stood tall, nigga know we headed down [?] upside down smile (Mhm) Pray for me, 'm out here livin' wild (Ayy, ayy) Only get some sleep when I'm in the clouds (Ayy) I been layin' back, workin' on my sound (Mhm) I been layin' back, workin' on my sound (Ayy, mhm, ayy) Niggas say I'm p*ssy, go ask them niggas what I'm about (Ayy) Hundred round chopper come with a mount (Mhm, hold on, uh) Only f*ck a bitch if I know she ain't gon' run her mouth Niggas knowin' that I'm straight up out the South I skip and f*ck this ho But none of these ho can say I took 'em down to my house Ayy, none of these hoes is special, can't even say they got a couch, ayy All of these hoes be for the streets, but you know you my house, bae But that shit still don't make it right I see why you quick to fight You would think I payed for how Rae was quick to get his ice Niggas that I put my trust into was p*ssy and real shit You livin' a double life, you scared yo hang in yo' city, that ain't alright Mhm, ready to kiss that nigga, hit him with that fire Growin' up, I never thought I'll get a wife Before I speak on my partners, I go and get the mic' They misleadin' me, they say it's only money and white They was leavin' me, I had to pray and get some sight This shit was beatin' me, I had to stand up, get ready to fight Felt like they cheatin' me, how quick they took D Slugger life The family needed me, just leave it in the sky It's gon' be a long ride, tell 'em, "Buckle up" Go back, lock in with the gang, tryna huddle up f*ck the fame, it's time to run it up R.I.P. to Nip', that shit was lame, tryna double-up Huh, yeah, I'm lockin' in, I'm goin' back to my bitch, I'm tired of f*ckin' up Clockin' in, they know that karma a bitch, it's already stiff enough Feel like they gon' kill me one day if I wake up and kick the cup
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