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Uh, fuck and we can go too war
You crossed that line, you stabbed me in my back, so you can't come from that
Like to pop my shit, whatever I do, they gon' run with that
Grown men askin' for handouts, but I had to slump for that
How the fuck you tryna beef 'bout a 50? I had to fall with that
Fake nigga, niggas on the way, that shit come with the streets
I've been pushing Ps, I want a mail, nigga feel like me
He don't want no beef, see him in public, he ain't blow his heat
I just had enough and now I ride with pounds in the seat
Look around, I'm hopin' for the best, but shit ain't been the same
I want a hundred million cash, nigga, fuck the fame
Niggas ain't help when I was broke, hell yeah, I changed
Fuck your gang, bitch, I'm no luck, don't ask me what I claim
Can't give me that look, it ain't no question, nah, I'm not, I'm with it
I done fell in love with rappin', trappin', now and I'm committed
Bro, don't text me bout that freak bitch, you know I'm done had her
Trouble made him count off lil' bags, and all that he missin'
Fuck it, we adapt, got no time to interact
Every time them niggas play the 50, kept that shit a stack
We'll be geekin' like to ride 'round, chopper in his lap
I don't blame him, 'cause a couple niggas want his head
Fuck it, we can go to war any day
We gotta drop it hard right now, if I know where niggas lay
I don't even fuck these bitches, it be hard to find out where I stay
I sit layin', slurrin' out my words, it's hard to hear what I say
You crossed that line, you stabbed me in my back, so you can't come from that
Like to pop my shit, whatever I do, they gon' run with that
Grown men askin' for handouts, but I had to slump for that
How the fuck you tryna beef 'bout a 50? I had to fall with that
Fake nigga, niggas on the way, that shit come with the streets
I've been pushing Ps, I want a mail, nigga feel like me
He don't want no beef, see him in public, he ain't blow his heat
I just had enough and now I ride with pounds in the seat
Fuck it, we can go to war
Fuck - we'll be geekin' like to ride 'round, chopper in his lap