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You know it's a lot of shit I don't speak on
But this that Bleu Vandross shit, nigga
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We finna touch the muthaf*ckin streets
I think I'm running out of love now
I think I'm running out

Stick talk, these niggas know I'm with they stick talk
No, I ain't tired but I spend 20 on my exhaust
He tried to run them plays on me he got picked out
Interception, T hold my drink cause I ain't finna flex
I Just bought a house I paid cash for it
Streets made me rich, I never asked for it
How the f*ck you 'pose to love me? You don't love yourself
Everybody they disappear when I needed help
And grandma told me "Don't cry, cause God got it"
And I believe in myself you know I'm hard bout it
Yeah nigga, I was raised in the ghetto
No hot water, we couldn't even bathe in the ghetto
They gon' put extension on them Ks in the ghetto
Sunny days in the ghetto
Never last, so we hustled to keep paid in the ghetto, yeah
Pistol close to hand, my lil homie he got murdered
By his closest man

I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get money and I put that on my dead brothers
I'll beat that p*ssy from the back, cause we used to be lovers
Murder for Hire of skull we used to be brothers
We used to be brothers
I think I'm running out of love now
Niggas been hating left my niggas in the slums now
Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now
Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now

Raindrops falling bad bitches be callin'
[?] in my hood and the feds keep callin'
Baby mama on my ass but the bread keep callin'
Pop a perk just to make a nigga head stop throbbin'
Tell me can you see (Tell me, tell me)
All this pain in me (All this pain in me)
Tell me, can you see it, can you see it?
I just had a shootout in the 'partment
4 deep in a Honda, hid my dope in the compartment
Plus I got that Iron man, on my Tony Stark shit
Hanging in the alleyway, drug dealing I ain't see no better way
Streets never loved me, once you turn 25 you a OG
Tinted windows, tryna hide from the police
Tell me do you wanna see a young nigga win?
I told you on Investments 3, I had too many friends
Plus every dollar that I make is gone in the wind
Been tryna talk to God I think I did too many sins
And if we spin they block tonight, bet we gon' spin again

[Hook] (2x)
I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get money and I put that on my dead brothers
I'll beat that p*ssy from the back, cause we used to be lovers
Murder for Hire of skull we used to be brothers
We used to be brothers
I think I'm running out of love now
Niggas been hating left my niggas in the slums now
Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now
Used to have hoop dreams but now we selling drugs now

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