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Just for the record I'm king of the city I can't share
I remember before I turned this shit up the niggas they ain't care
I carry 9s got rifles with drums cause niggas outside don't play fair
I put the East in my songs I talk it, I live it, I actually stay here
I know it's over but if I fuck your friend would you be mad
I just wanna do it to say that I did it she ain't even that bad
I got 20s 50s and 100s in my safe I hopped in my bag
Know this lil bihh from New Orleans she hit my phone to buy a new ass

Knew her for like two weeks she wanna keep tabs she want location
No more Ice Spices they got no talent but yet they famous
Oh you thought I was feeling you these hoes is basic
Online everybody rich niggas ain't living the life they painting

It's been a while since niggas been rapping like this
I just been chilling ain't catching no feelings and shawty still wanna hop on my dick
XXX, Pac, Big and niggas still wanna hop in the whip
I ain't know him just the nigga that killed him I still had got the assist
Police still asking me questions, They call me Eastside baby
But when I'm back home I'm good on the west end
And was fucking shawty for months we told everybody we best friends
Ghosted her she telling her group chat guess I'm still learning my lesson

Whole lotta friends that be friends with my exes
These bitches be phony who the fuck is you telling
To tell the truth I had learned me a lesson my heart feel so icy like Gucci '07
They want me to slip but I don't feel the pressure
They say they gone step but they really ain't stepping
Add some more numbers to step to my level
They pulling up flexing, They robbing ya Tesla I got it

I'm up one, I'm out the mix she wanna come and kick it like soccer
I make music, I run the East I'm still waiting on niggas to top it
How you make music nobody heard it I'm still waiting on niggas to profit
You not that stupid the guns you posted we all know you ain't shot yet