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Okay yeah I ain't got no car so I'm walking to my job
At least I ain't go pull up on that one lil nigga trynna rob
Ain't got much money still fresh I ain't livin like a slob
Movin solo movin stealth movin silent like the mob
I grew up on Bayberry they say that there ain't no hood in me
I ain't trynna be a gangster but my brother left his clip empty
Open message no response that's a killer tendency
Why he did twenty years left his ass on scene
Take a different kinda shot I ain't use no beam
Forty six like Curry when shoot all green
Yes I could've hit his girl but I ain't wanna be mean
So I left her to the guys had to pass her to the team
Switch flow hit go diamonds hit like Kimbo
Get low gotta move like limbo
Twelve seater on wheels this a limo
Only onna net real life she a bimbo
Okay, okay okay okay
Still trynna get a fresh crib by the bay
Courtside tickets go n watch Steph n Klay
Take a short lil flight then we land in LA
Bigger dreams than Rodeo goin straight to the hills
Got a meeting with my manager we settin up mils
Fam set up nice they ain't gotta pay bills
When I get where I wanna be still can't chill
You see I gotta make it out okay I gotta be the one
Moved out the hood so I wouldn't be the failed son
Knocked down get back up took L's fore I won
I ain't gotta hit the gym pressure on me weigh a ton