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Ooo
Oh my God
Woah woah
Ah man
How you round me and not moving with no urgency (with no urgency)
Really made shit happen and go word to me
Niggas living blind, that shit hurt to see (that shit hurt to see)
Working 'gainst yourself, that shit ain't working, come and work for me
I was in my head and I decided to stay overnight
So I don't feel no pressure when I go outside it's hella light
Should've never let me loose, I look at God like hold me tight
Problems I get thrown from life, I see it as it's only right
Going through some shit, don't try to call me over (Don't try to call me over)
Come and lift me up, been thinking bout my fallen soldiers (Rest In Peace)
Won't make the same mistakes how many times I started over
Niggas left me in the flames, I woke up and my heart was colder
Stepping on my ops get hard to heal, feel like my ankle sprained
Damn all this pain I'm weighing putting me through major pain
Government you got me hot, I started looking at my statements
Guess I say I finally made it, I'm trying to learn bout tax evasion
Royal
Boutta lit this bitch up, yeah word to Weezy
Manipulate the game, we make it look too easy
I'm swerving lane to lane, boy they ain't ever seen me
Riding for these niggas, they forever need me
They say my niggas derange, they say we animals
We ain't have the crack first, we ain't plant it though
If you don't get off yo ass how the fuck them stacks gone grow
If you don't water that seed how the fuck that plant gone grow
Bitch we takin Seamoss word to Dr. Sebi (Yea, yea)
Nigga meditating, I got these chakras steady (Yea, yea)
The devil is a lie, that's what my aunt would tell me
I'm fighting that nigga with these demons, on God he ain't ready
Cookout at McDermmot, barbecuing links (links)
Niggas on the gram arguing over cubans links (they goofy)
My Colton niggas'll bring the beef to you like Uber Eats (uh huh)
You diss me bitch ain't no tellin what my crew'll think (I can't stop em)
Boutta lit this bitch up, yeah word to Weezy
Manipulate the game, we make it look too easy (Yea, yea)
I'm swerving lane to lane, boy they ain't ever seen me
Riding for these niggas, they forever need me
Gold rope chain got me hunching over (hunching over)
Niggas ain't eating no more like I told em lunch was over (uh huh)
I remember tha smell of that zaza since the fucking stroller
Ma and Pops was trapping, but they never had them junkies over (Yea, yea)
Took us on the road, to drop off that shit (Yea yea)
Knew that shit was a gambling nigga just like the strip
Cops was lurking, pops was nervous, from the doorbell
So we on the run, took the gang and moved us to the hotel, bitch it's do or die
Yall too sensitive in these newer times
Nowadays we go against 12, and our ass get crucified
Media make it same like it's nothing when we go do the time
Cops killed my cousin in jail, they ruled it a suicide (I can't make this up)
After shit like that you start to live different
You start to walk, different talk, look at pigs different
But I won't let a soul come fuck this family tree up
Understand we not gang banging but ima always throw IE up, that's facts
LLC businessman, boy I been a threat
These niggas doing the money spread with they stimulus (We caught you)
We don't flex it, we tap in & just expand the mula
Pushing for 500 billi, more than Mansa Musa (on God)
Boutta lit this bitch up, yeah word to Weezy (Yea, yea)
Manipulate the game, we make it look too easy (Yea, yea)
I'm swerving lane to lane, boy they ain't ever seen me
Riding for these niggas, they forever need me
Aye (Shh)
Aye Royal, hold up (What's that)
Listen up