Yeah, I had to run up a bag I couldn't go to no class was stuck on that back block with a MAC Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass, look Step your foot up on the gas I move first, you get done like the last
Chest shots get you left on your back, look Double and triple the racks I started off with a grip and a pack, look Stuffing that clip 'til it max I'm with it all, tell 'em spin and attack I get high just to keep me intact my demon's callin', said they want me to black Uh-huh, yeah, I'm on top, toupee you ain't talkin' money, fuck what you say I pull out that Glock, you runnin' Usain, I was on that block, yeah, that one-way We ain't get you yet, get you someday We ain't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday) Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play hit a lick, I can't complain You was in the sun, left me in the rain but it's cool, I was with the gang I know niggas change, but I ain't the same I'm a different man To the cops I don't say a thing, see an opp we gon' let it bang
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh I couldn't go to no class was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh Step your foot up on the gas I move first, you get done like the last
Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings I done been through some pain ain't no healing, he don't want beef, heard I be drillin' Ain't nobody in school the internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin' All the shorties is losin' they feelings you ain't save her, so she turned to a villain I can't even feel pain no more I was down on my last, was broke needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I got a big bankroll) I can't even feel pain no more They takin' my niggas to jail and givin' 'em years, aIn't sendin' them home Federales don't leave us alone they tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone Got a bag and I got in my zone I'm king of New York if you wanted the throne Them niggas ain't really your bro they plannin' on f— your ho (Your ho) Them niggas ain't really your bro they switchin' and you never know, look Them niggas ain't really your bro they plannin' on killin' they own, look
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh Ten toes for the cash I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh Step your foot up on the gas I move first, you get done like the last
Step your foot up on the gas I move first, you get done like the last
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