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Uh-huh
Look
You know
That's a good one
Yo, yo

You're the realest one in my circle
I know that I hurt you
You're with jail time, you're with the curfew
I fucked up, now, I don't deserve you
All these hoes, man, it ain't the same
Don't feel right, what's their aim?
You was there before the money and the fame
Yo, I hope it's not too late, yo
You know you're the realest one in my circle
I know that I hurt you
I fucked up, now, I don't deserve you
All these hoes, man, it ain't the same
Don't feel right, what's their aim?
You was there before the money and the fame
Yo, I hope it's not too late

'Cah I kept up with so much fuckery
I can't trust you, you can't trust me
When I had you, man, I hit lottery
Maybe one day, you'll unblock me
I got my mind right, now, they can't stop me
We can do it properly
I took no girls to the next country
But I still cheated, and you still loved me
You know when you're young and you find a wife
But it's still hard 'cause you're learnin' life
You're the finest dime
If I could, man will rewind the time
'Cah I got lost in the bullshit
Now you just don't wanna force it
Done so much wrong, it's a awkward ting
But likkle DJ, I'ma walk with him

Did one of the opps, had to shank mans man
Then I went jail, and you wait the time
Used to risk my life, when you always told me, "It's alright"
Man, I miss them times
Then I went jail, and you wait the time
Used to risk my life when you always told me, "It's alright" (Yo, yo)

You're the realest one in my circle (Ayy, ayy)
I know that I hurt you (Yeah)
You're with jail time, you're with the curfew (Grr)
I fucked up, now, I don't deserve you
All these hoes, man, it ain't the same (Ayy)
Don't feel right, what's their aim? (Boom)
You was there before the money and the fame (Mm-mm)
Yo, I hope it's not too late, yo (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know you're the realest one in my circle (Grr)
I know that I hurt you (I know)
I fucked up, now, I don't deserve you (Yeah)
All these hoes, man, it ain't the same (Ayy)
Don't feel right, what's their aim? (Mm-mm)
You was there before the money and the fame
Yo, I hope it's not too late

Every new ting, man, it don't seem to be right
'Cah you was bad for the street life
I'ma sit tight for the meantime (Mm-mm)
I know you kinda know what I feel like
Drove all the way to the jail, but it's seaside (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
So it's only right that you're eatin' nice (Boom)
Mm-mm
I swear, I came home, now, we plottin' them three times
Picture me and you on the beach, between champagne (Ayy)
Every time we beef, it's a damn shame (Damn)
Thought you really had my back, had my back like Kanté (Boom)
I was on the wing with a damn case 'cah the boys sing like Ariana Grande (Grr)
You should be there, now the cash came

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