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Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world
I don't even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl
I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it"
When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain't no talkin' to us
Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her
Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times
They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines
He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time
Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five
I hate Taskey gone forever, we locked in on 59th
He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice
I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five
He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive
An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
I've seen so many young niggas lose they lives
That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
And that real shit run in my veins
Some niggas I don't fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain
I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains
And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange
I'm swingin' first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
When you lose five niggas in one summer
That's when you'll feel my pain
You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains
I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like Lil' Flame
They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names
Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
If a nigga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies
And they ain't even meet Lil' Baby, but they'll go post his music
And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure
And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all
And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall
I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all
I don't even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl
I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it"
When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain't no talkin' to us
Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her
Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times
They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines
He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time
Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five
I hate Taskey gone forever, we locked in on 59th
He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice
I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five
He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive
An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
I've seen so many young niggas lose they lives
That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
And that real shit run in my veins
Some niggas I don't fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain
I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains
And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange
I'm swingin' first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
When you lose five niggas in one summer
That's when you'll feel my pain
You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains
I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like Lil' Flame
They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names
Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
If a nigga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies
And they ain't even meet Lil' Baby, but they'll go post his music
And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure
And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all
And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall
I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan
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