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Not every trigger pulled gone hit
All up in ya feelings and shit
Shorty tryna dance, I'm just stacking bands
I don't need a friend man
I'm ballin' alone
City on my back, put it on the map
Listen to these raps, keep it fully strapped
Shorty tryna dance, I'm just stacking bands
I don't need a friend man
I'm ballin' alone
Put a 'G' up in my name to let them bitches know
Ya boy G Dub ain't never ever, ever ever been a hoe
I've been a fool, I've been a clown
I've been rolling round, smoking on a pound
I've been the type to wake and pray
And one more time when I lay it down
Didn't choose this life, this life chose me
I'mma tell you like BIG told me
Cash rules everything around me
Paid my dues on Oyster Creek
Turn the cheek or make 'em leak
Had to learn this shit ain't for the weak
Yeah this shit a game but in this game we play for keeps
Locked and loaded, these boys corroded
Years and tears, still never folded
Sugar coated, over here it's not
Stay in the cut like a barber spot
Park the drop, hop out solito
Smoke the bino for all my people
Jump on stage and throw a veto
Threw in comp like bordecito
My mic is lethal, my block on fire
'99 Deville, put it on my flyer
Life and death, came down to the wire
Creeped in my hood like Michael Myer
Living life for it, tryna get higher
Putting dope in a dirty tire
Ball alone till I retire
Cause the average person a motherfucking liar
Not every trigger pulled gone hit
All up in ya feelings and shit
Shorty tryna dance, I'm just stacking bands
I don't need a friend man
I'm ballin' alone
City on my back, put it on the map
Listen to these raps, keep it fully strapped
Shorty tryna dance, I'm just stacking bands
I don't need a friend man
I'm ballin' alone
Paper chasing, I'm a go getter
You washed up, I'm a trendsetter
My mindset still fuck them hoes
Tryna bring me down but I stay ten toes
You don't see what I see
Everyday in the streets it's BTB
Call the coroner, got a one man army
Teamed up with G Dub, a known assassin
Pass the mic, send 'em to the afterlife
Kill 'em on sight, waking up prepared to fight
The golden child, grown up and I'm older now
Look me up, go and check the file
Texas bred, keep a tight circle
Man we might hurt you
I'm just tryna hustle for my kids
Don't make me bust yo shit
Say give me that chain
Say give me that watch
Say give me that stack of bands
Singing fuck the cops
Out on bail and I'm street dreaming
Stay fresh as hell and I'mma keep gleaming
My third rail verse shocked the world
P-R-E-V Marco for real
They stay testing
Got God blessing
My mind stressing
Just tryna live
They stay testing
Got God blessing
My mind stressing
On that psycho shit
I'm ballin' alone
I'm ballin' alone