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Aye, who dat?
John Got It

What I did to a nigga
Paid for it, I ain't split a bill with a nigga
Say it's our spot, now that you live with a nigga
Foreign even dolo when you goin' pull up on them bitches

But we got niggas learnin' to deal with our feelings
Since way at the beginning, no playin', no chippin'
I'ma stand, I'ma pivot, I bend, I slither
However I'm with it, my mind been different

Since they first try to flick me, had to swallow my trigger
I been in this position specifically for a minute
I ain't do nothin' different, I'm cool with the ole' ending
Young nigga first taught me to hold my pistol

.38 Sprecial type, red beam in the middle
Nightmare, livin' every dream being no killer
Life gave me lemons, took my bloody hands with 'em
The man in the middle be important to the mesh

Act up on my actions really worries of aggression
Wisshin' I woulda came home from Houston October 2nd
I woulda beeen back seat till I was runnin' 'round with 'em
Breakin' down the sign, how 'bout hittin' a little quicker

Gangsters from the grave still put us in position
So fuck these niggas, my foolers ain't here right
While I'm at the window official in real life
Me and Spit go left, Barbras and Zo go right

We based, he a five dollar nigga, get a six-figure spankin'
For thinkin' he safe in this state, is he crazy?
Like I ain't went and hold chose him to bank with
Like I ain't got Hall of Fame stats on the papers

It's ones who love who said it was love who blame me
I come from a culture where they don't make it
Come form a culture where some of cuzs don't make it
Come from a culture where some of the cuzs don't make it

Turned me to a solder
Cold shoulder my opponents
Don't wish or show emotions, you'll get it if you wanna
Don't talk with your emotions, you'll get it if you



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Writer(s): Max Wonnenberg, George Stone, Kameron Johnson, John Ramirez, Paul Bofinger
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