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They don't wanna see me make it gotta do it by myself
They got expectations for a cracker, what you dealt
If you ever get caught up, better be solid, please don't tell
I'm the type to go and get it you the type to catch shells
They don't wanna see me make it gotta do it by myself
They got expectations for a cracker what you dealt
You a lame you a fake, who's the one who getting bells
I'm the type to hold it down, when you get weak you pop pills

Toss a hoe out told her meet the wind
If I see your bro again I will not make amends
You ain't wit me you wont ride, I don't wanna be friends
Had to empty out your block you could call it a cleanse
I remember all those days jumping over the fence
I was deep inside the jungle the foliage was dense
Had to watch my every move cause my life was intense
Now i'm countin' bands, did it with my own two hands
Flexin' that was nothing, nike check it i'm dunking like pippin
People we was ducking, i'm making up for the time I skipped and
We had a plan, no plan b, so it had to work
We ain't hesitate if we needed to put you on a shirt
You do it for clout, well i'm doing this to make it out
Cant be here forever gotta I can do it I ain't have a doubt
Gps had to re route, catch him down and take him out
Spraying out the barrell for my bro, gotta keep the towell
Wipe the stock down, she finished up the top now
Test me and I pop, that's why they got me on lock down
The d r a c o my brother got, came from moscow
The vvs flawless in my dreams, I be rocked down
Karots on tooth, whip bulletproof
Now you know the truth, dae og, blood suwhoop
Wit my bro, say he ready for the bag
Off white, af1, on my feet that's a snag

They don't wanna see me make it gotta do it by myself
They got expectations for a cracker, what you dealt
If you ever get caught up, better be solid, please don't tell
I'm the type to go and get it you the type to catch shells
They don't wanna see me make it gotta do it by myself
They got expectations for a cracker what you dealt
You a lame you a fake, who's the one who getting bells
I'm the type to hold it down, when you get weak you pop pills



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Writer(s): Charles Wood
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