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Granny said niggas only get what niggas give so I gave these niggas hell just to live how I live They burying they selves taking digs at the kid Keep a stick on side of my bed and a sig on the fridge Blickies in the couch, put a can on the SBR that's strictly for the house It whisper then ya shout And I keep that 2011 with me like a spouse Precise with that bitch could knock a whisker off a mouse Black out all of my whips Super max all of my contracts Double stack all of my clips Do the dash on your scatpack Packed out to show see GRIP I do this shit in my sleep bruh Niggas ain't never had shit The fuck you mad at me for Ripping up an eviction notice in the crib with roaches Niggas life will be a blur if you don't shift your focus Came out on the other side picture perfect Could've been a victim of a homicide shit was worth it Clutch metal to offset my trust level Bust several so I'm standing when the dust settle Fuck a ceiling never let 'em box you in Touch a million stretch it with yo partna then Do that shit again then do that shit again Put some numbers on the board nigga get a win Get another win then another win Runnin up the score baby rub it in Last year I gotta a bigger plate, and left you lames starving for scraps I tripled rates, but you can blame Marshall for that Parkin the 'lac, sparking the pack sharp as a tack I got it covered like a truck with a tarp on the back What up Ant, we been going hard to the rack Before I started to rap And me and Tigg 4 flats When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that Stray Society I got my dawgs in this bitch Keep your mind off of mine maybe y'all can get rich If you gon play the game know the flaws and the risks Done seen too many niggas slip and fall for the glitz Meet some real niggas you build with em it ain't a lot of us You tweaking if you got less dollars than followers All that tweeting niggas lookin like fans But we eatin off our words Grip cooking god damn Clutch metal to offset my trust level Bust several so I'm standing when the dust settle Fuck a ceiling never let 'em box you in Touch a million stretch it with yo partna then Do that shit again then do that shit again Put some numbers on the board nigga get a win Get another win then another win Runnin up the score baby rub it in