End
AMG wit the stars in the roof
I been with the same clique from the jump, Lil nigga who is you
Thought we was locked in to the end, Supposed to been stuck like glue
Ion want no friends wit me to the end Nigga can't hang with the crew
I spend a band on some shoes
I go prada tee wit the Christian loubs Mix it up wit the trues
I can't hang with no fake nigga Steady countin' blues
Hit up my brudda mari pop out know we makin money moves
Ian finna beef over no hoe nigga, Which one you choose
They say Jay can't lose
Stay on ten, nigga on bullshit All up in school
I got my brudda wit me walk down Nigga know he keep a tool
I be in my head too much
Fighting demons Pray to God, hoping Ion lose
Stand in that purple rain
I lost bonds wit my day ones, Shit ain't been the same
Imma cop me a Drac, nigga, no controlla Think we playin' games
How you gone tote that stick And yo mans ain't got no aim
They know that I'm goin' insane
I ain't never been a lame nigga
Don't cross me know I got that flame wit me
Tryna make bread with the same niggas
Walk down with that pole I'm tryna get up witchu
You a lame, nigga, get trolled, im tryna run up them figures
Yeah
You gotta get up and go get it
You gotta get up and get wit it
Keep that pole, don't seek no attention
My gang out on a mission
The whole team know we winnin
Pray to God, gotta stop the sinnin
Not in my league, not in my division
I stay paranoid everywhere I go
Racks in, put it on the floor
Got me a bag and I want some more
Keep it on me when I'm out on tour
Bad hoe tryna link at the store
White Tee with the Christian Dior
I'm missing yo love galore
Stood in that purple rain
Lost love shit won't be the same
Know you got my heart, why you think that shit is a game
If he talk down on the gang, Better hope that his mans got aim
AMG wit the stars in the roof
I been with the same clique from the jump, Lil nigga who is you
Thought we was locked in to the end, Supposed to been stuck like glue
Ion want no friends wit me to the end Nigga can't hang with the crew
I spend a band on some shoes
I go prada tee with the Christian loubs Mix it up wit the trues
I can't hang with no fake nigga Steady counting blues
Hit up my brudda mari pop out know we makin money moves
Ian finna beef over no hoe nigga, Which one you choose
I been with the same clique from the jump, Lil nigga who is you
Thought we was locked in to the end, Supposed to been stuck like glue
Ion want no friends wit me to the end Nigga can't hang with the crew
I spend a band on some shoes
I go prada tee wit the Christian loubs Mix it up wit the trues
I can't hang with no fake nigga Steady countin' blues
Hit up my brudda mari pop out know we makin money moves
Ian finna beef over no hoe nigga, Which one you choose
They say Jay can't lose
Stay on ten, nigga on bullshit All up in school
I got my brudda wit me walk down Nigga know he keep a tool
I be in my head too much
Fighting demons Pray to God, hoping Ion lose
Stand in that purple rain
I lost bonds wit my day ones, Shit ain't been the same
Imma cop me a Drac, nigga, no controlla Think we playin' games
How you gone tote that stick And yo mans ain't got no aim
They know that I'm goin' insane
I ain't never been a lame nigga
Don't cross me know I got that flame wit me
Tryna make bread with the same niggas
Walk down with that pole I'm tryna get up witchu
You a lame, nigga, get trolled, im tryna run up them figures
Yeah
You gotta get up and go get it
You gotta get up and get wit it
Keep that pole, don't seek no attention
My gang out on a mission
The whole team know we winnin
Pray to God, gotta stop the sinnin
Not in my league, not in my division
I stay paranoid everywhere I go
Racks in, put it on the floor
Got me a bag and I want some more
Keep it on me when I'm out on tour
Bad hoe tryna link at the store
White Tee with the Christian Dior
I'm missing yo love galore
Stood in that purple rain
Lost love shit won't be the same
Know you got my heart, why you think that shit is a game
If he talk down on the gang, Better hope that his mans got aim
AMG wit the stars in the roof
I been with the same clique from the jump, Lil nigga who is you
Thought we was locked in to the end, Supposed to been stuck like glue
Ion want no friends wit me to the end Nigga can't hang with the crew
I spend a band on some shoes
I go prada tee with the Christian loubs Mix it up wit the trues
I can't hang with no fake nigga Steady counting blues
Hit up my brudda mari pop out know we makin money moves
Ian finna beef over no hoe nigga, Which one you choose
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