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Yeah, yeah
Way, way
I saw, look nigga
Yeah, this shit rollin' stone as long as I'm free and breathin', gon' be beat up
Cut on like the recoil on the Glock, you rather used to seeing
Hard enough being fucked up and stressed as hell but never smoked a seed
I don't believe that gangsta shit you talkin', I'm gon' have to see
I'm 28, my paper's straight, Caribbean good, ain't got no keys
Bitch, what make you think that I'ma come and take care of you and he?
I'ma play you close, the sooner you let go, gon' go in for the kill
Baby girl ain't gotta strip no more, she ran it off for real
You ain't gotta tell me, show me that you love me (show me)
Stay down through the hard times when this shit get ugly
I been in the studio, I don't do no clubbing (I don't do no clubbing)
Gotta make sure I leave my grandkids something
Gotta make sure I keep them turkey bags coming
Whole hood know the rules, keep the trap jumpin'
I'm in Dallas finna go to L.A. like I'm Dungey
Boy you wouldn't believe what your bitch gon' do for this money
Yeah, she gon' throw that neck, bitch, she gon' fuck the city
Bitch, she won't get a dollar, bitch, she just get a trip
Yes, I'm at Gucci geekin', I just blew a check
Uh, get them lookin' stupid, yeah, hollow hit your chest
Same hood that raised me, same hood that paid me
Checky, get the biting down, mouth from a rabies
Told them I be where I am, they said I was crazy
When she see me, now she fanned out, be tryna raid me
Look, police wanna raid me, pussy niggas hate me
Type nigga, go big on these people, something I can be
Type nigga, sliming out my brother, something I can't see
I'm right with you, hustle against the world until we six feet
You ain't gotta tell me, show me that you love me (show me)
Stay down through the hard times when this shit get ugly
I been in the studio, I don't do no clubbing
Gotta make sure I leave my grandkids something
Gotta make sure I keep them turkey bags coming
Whole hood know the rules, keep the trap jumpin'