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(Pipe that sh*t up TnT)

f**k you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been f**kin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that sh*t don't seem to amaze me
If my b*t*h leave me right now I swear that sh*t won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
b*t*hes gon' try and play a n***a when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase

If that n***a caught be talking crazy, I could be racing
if you really go chase it
Pray my daughter gon' catch a body, he's a grim reaper
Pull up dumpin' on anybody with the streetsweeper
Dropped out of school but I'm still making more than my teachers
Made a hundred K in a week, I think I should go and teach 'em
I grab the mic then catch the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher
And b*t*h, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features
But I made a K by myself, I can't cut a check with no n***as
in the end I'm just gon' leave 'em
I can't let up on my grind
Knowin' damn well if I told I love her I was f**kin' lying
I made up for a year and I made seven figures
Put the bread on your heads, I don't f**k with none of you n***as
So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public
I ain't free and ain't sh*t sweet, b*t*h, I'm from the [?]

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