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Learned the game
Now you ain't stoppin
Born with it
Got it from ya momma
Bout the bag, you ain't bout the drama
No, you ain't bout the drama
NO NO

Pop it
Learned the game
Now you ain't stoppin
Born with it
Got it from ya momma
Bout the bag, you ain't bout the drama
No, you ain't bout the drama
NO NO

Pushin the pedal
He smokin on gas
We sellin them runts
Onna side of the porch
Come and get you a bag
I was extorting the trap
Now I'm pullin them tags
I'm that same lul nigga who was down on his dick
Now I'm gettin them racks
I'm chasin paper baby
You can come by later
Old patnas left em in the past and now they hatin
Go get yo money dawg
Fentanyl don't you get involved
Young nigga played with fent
I had to flip her round
AP go ape now
Thta youngeen got K rounds
Hunt on yo block with them gray hounds
That street onna post be the playground
I tell em I know what to say now
I'm lookin at all of the hate now
I was raised by momma
I step by her honor
I don't talk with my father
I'm jus bein honest
It make me go harder
Young nigga destined to be
Don't know why the blind leadin the blind
To the opps why they all waitin to see
Kuttem he always gone climb
If I do fall who be the cushion?
Who be the bail? If these niggas do book me
Always be steppin fuh my older kousin
Stop counting to 12 wen them niggas had took em

Pop it
Learned the game
Now you ain't stoppin
Born with it
Got it from ya momma
Bout the bag, you ain't bout the drama
No, you ain't bout the drama
NO NO

Pop it
Learned the game
Now you ain't stoppin
Born with it
Got it from ya momma
Bout the bag, you ain't bout the drama
No, you ain't bout the drama
NO NO



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Writer(s): Tyrique Wise
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