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I don't wanna thing but to persevere
I don't wanna be the only one out here
I don't wanna seem like it ain't bouta' thing
But I'm fed up with the greed in rappers I hear
I know you thinkin you the man out here
If you make it ya the only one who persevere
Turn your back up on the streets like ain't bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
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Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya eyes count to hundred I'm a get that load
5 6 7 8
Get to the bag I don't mind all the hate
Keep it hundred homie writing like I got that cake
Everybody wanna take these lines to the face

Bout the game
Homie I don't play
Bitch get out my way if you thinking I'ma simp ya fuckin' lame
Stay in ya lane
Yo who be this mang
He spaz like 12 gauge gave them
Buck shots straight face aim to the chest frame bang
Someone save em I'm a bake em' asada con salsa güey
Lot of problems brought up off my thoughts I jot they often hate
For the ones who sippin rum with lifted trucks I spit this game
For the ones who clipping guns and flip them drugs this Wicked J
Everybody in the city wanna be a top dog
But nobody want to feed em' all they ain't top notch
Sound like everybody on the radio homie
Flex the fetty on me yo get some henny for me
I guess your betting on me plenty of women on me
I be only thinkin money
So when they ask about it better tell em' all to put me on
I'm a get it on my own on my pops
When I show up all the hoes be like "oh god that drip be froze"
I'm odd with the flow I know
But y'all ain't real with your bros on call
Keep it real witcho self or not at all
If you thinkin' you can rep my city
When you ain't from the 5280 get caught of guard
I be rollin' with choppers we come for the bag
Putting Denver on maps and that's on god

I don't wanna thing but to persevere
I don't wanna be the only one out here
I don't wanna seem like it aint bouta thing
But I'm fed up with the greed in rappers I hear
I know you thinkin you the man out here
If you make it ya the only one who persevere
Turn your back up on the streets like ain't bouta' thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya eyes count to hundred I'm a get that load
5 6 7 8
Get to the bag I don't mind all the hate
Keep it hundred homie writing like I got that cake
Everybody wanna take these lines to the face

I know you feel like the man now
But you bow for handouts and you proud to cash out
I know you steal lines your hands out for the clout
And act out when they bout to throw down
Whoa now you a rockstar getting ya game on
But you getting played bruh just to get played foul play
When these gallos be getting payed for you work in a months on gang
You be hustling out all day
Sellin' tickets to get on stage kissing ass tryna' get some place
Away from the greed and snakes
You will never be finding me out on my knees as a prey
Lotta' dudes wanna throw up the duece
When they turn up ya tunes they be hating the waves and that's why I'm a
Load it cock it back and blow it hold it drop that bag I stole it
Open up the backdoor smoking potent while I'm stacking rollin'
Motion open minded when I'm flowin coldest on the mic and everybody knows it
Hoes is broken blinded by the gold and hoping they can find out you ballin'
They tryna to suck me dry from all the shine along the lines
They often hide behind the curtain talking lies am
I the only one to drive by without a dime die without a highlight
Fly through the midnight sky
Y'all don't seem to mind I'm a speak my mind
Cause they don't wanna see a brother shine
Don't want us copping lives without doing time that's why

I don't wanna thing but to persevere
I don't wanna be the only one out here
I don't wanna seem like it ain't bouta' thing
But I'm fed up with the greed in rappers I hear
I know you thinkin you the man out here
If you make it your the only one who persevere
Turn your back up on the streets like ain't bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya eyes count to hundred I'm a get that load
5 6 7 8
Get to the bag I don't mind all the hate
Keep it hundred homie writing like I got that cake
Everybody wanna take these lines to the face