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I see police on the scene
Askin' questions about how your G was stolen

Last time I trusted a B
I was knocked on the ground and my feet was swollen

Now I got all this fame got money
Got bitches got cars and clothes

Almost shot up a fan tryna' ask for a picture
He nearly turned to a ghost

Let me paint you this picture
It was Thursday night wit the bitches

Had a chance to kill but I missed it
Hennessy with the '42 I mixed it

He's a kid almost got a evicted
No wonder you smoking pots you addicted

You talkin' I never listen
Take his bitch disappear like a magician

I tried to drown my demons but
They know how to swim

Bitch I'm KG in the paint I got full rim
Broke boys dissin' but they don't got no M's

I can't fuck with the devil that's a sin
Excuse me I gotta go get bands
Especially blue ones these hundreds my advance

Brazilian girl on my dick tryna' go to SP

The fuck is you lookin' at me?
You junkie stop wit that lean

Stop all this nonsense and go get a bag
Even police told me why you goin' that speed?

Damn it must be personal huh?

Bet my whole rap career I'll secure all the
Bitches you had if I flirt in a month

That bitch saw my money then she went my way
I'ma name this song the day right before Friday

I got so excited
Girls that know A Luv in the city get invited

I see police on the scene
Askin' questions about how your G was stolen

Last time I trusted a B
I was knocked on the ground and my feet was swollen

Now I got all this fame got money
Got bitches got cars and clothes

Almost shot up a fan tryna' ask for a picture
He nearly turned to a ghost



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