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When you park the foreign in the lot That shit feel different When you from the bottom playing With racks, that shit feel different Had a revolver, now its Glock and That shit shoot different When you losing niggas you with Everyday, it hit different I'm from the trenches, niggas die Young And you can't tell me not to live it, I Was there Police run down, saying, "Hands up" But I ain't gon' stop, I got my pipe And that bitch here Head hurt on hard days, that shit Don't last long In these streets no wasting time no days off I've been serving that pack like a waiter They quick to leave and run right Back, ain't finna play with y'all I bet my brother, he bust your head Trigger finger retarded (for real) That that dumb way from bro, he ain't Missing the target (for real) Promise we handled the broken Apartments My heart on fire like how did it started That nigha said you was real told on A nigga, you both fake It was vacant houses now it vacays It was fast cars with baby Ks And when we ride bet he gon' catch a fade (ye ye) If we ain't making money, bet we tryna take a face How you say I'm trippin'? Dior sandals, it got no laces Fuck, I can't ball when my brothers give me headaches Ball like Trae Young, too many die young When you park the foreign in the lot, that shit feel different When you from the bottom playing with racks, that shit feel different Had a revolver, now it's Glock and that shit shoot different When you losing niggas you with everyday, it hit different I'm from the trenches, niggas die young And you can't tell me not to live it, I was there Police run down, saying, "Hands up" But I ain't gon' stop, I got my pipe, and that bitch here Block baby turned to star Prolly blow twenty in the mall I had it hard 'Cause I'm a blood, you think these Louboutins? Rocking Balenciaga runners with some Marni Out here I'm gambling with my life and you ain't call me Brodie got all type of purple stuff, sellin' Barney I'm on the TV now, would I ever meet Zendaya? I was wearing Playboy, so she think that I'm a player My life be a roller coaster, spinning yo' spot Just like a mafia I'ma turn the bros to bosses, gotta move cautious (No Bapp) Don't pick me if I am a option Pick and choose, picking your partner Diamond chain, he used to have rosary Young nigga prezzy plain, she know this is not cheap She said "Boy, you cocky" She know nigga not me Rock CCs off Roxies Ain't no butler, But I was frontline with the heat Nigga like me, I'll never leave it Keep the stick like maple leafs For real though Southside, Southside Shit Long live all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas Yeah
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