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Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
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Polo G
Polo G
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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
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Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
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Demario White
Demario White
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Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
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Durk Banks
Durk Banks
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Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
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Robert Reese
Robert Reese
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Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
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Sheldon Ferguson
Sheldon Ferguson
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YC
YC
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Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
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Bobby Keyz
Bobby Keyz
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Sheldon Ferguson
Sheldon Ferguson
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Real Red
Real Red
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Ari Morris
Ari Morris
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Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
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Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
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Uh-uh Uh, uh, uh I can't hold nothing back Go It'll break my heart if a n- that I be with everyday Get in that room and turn state (my worst fear) I'm still healing' from some scars (like what?) My daddy called me on my birthday Didn't even tell me, he just asked me for some cake Whenever you speak your mind They say you crazy and call you fake (I ain't) Thought I was through sippin' But bruh got off papers today (for what?) Ain't skipped no line, I sacrificed, now I'm havin' my way (just look) Don't need no therapist, I vent to myself in my safe (money talk) Saying they gon' slide for me, but ain't bust they own fire My opps ain't even worth killing That don't change the fact they need to die Show us the name, I stand on business (how), put 'em in a suit in tie Delta switched the suspects, shot once Victim hit a lot of times When I lost E-Long it rained hard that day outside I'ma keep this sh- so street with 'em, you can do this sh- for clout How the f- you say you real when everything I see is cap? If I got paid for what they think 'bout me, I prolly lose the count Don't need promo at this point, 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth I was ten toes on the front even when the snow was falling I used to always have a vision, me and bro was ballin' But if he ain't mean it, thinkin' maybe he ain't wanna cross me So many people come and go, it's like that door revolvin' At my first re-pass at nine, then I started goin' often Lamp had a frown on his face, like he ain't wanna coffin Know my lil' son gotta eat, so I'm a workaholic If this ain't greatness, then I really don't know what to call it Bro was 16, think his killer 'round the same age The hood cried when twin 'nem died, I felt the same rage But we gon' lose if we ain't never on the same page, hmm Gotta keep my head up 'til them days fade I'ma keep this sh- so street with 'em, you can do this sh- for clout How the f- you say you real when everything I see is cap? If I got paid for what they think 'bout me, I prolly lose the count Don't need promo at this point 'Cause they gon' do that word to mouth (let's get it) I'm takin' ecstasy like Percocets, it clutch my teeth (yeah, yeah) I claim the voice, but when he died he left his pain with me (let's get it) J-Money died, I was O.T, I wish he came with me (wish he came with me) Two hundred cash, we on his ass, you know he the same as me Used to ride around with two or three pounds inside the Subaru (Subaru) And I'm most wanted, two hundred cash on my new bulletproof (bulletproof) Watch your n- inside your circle, woah-woah-woah (woah-woah) Know a killer who told on a killer, oh-oh-oh (woah-woah) Even though I'm fighting my case, these n- be fake, I keep my pole (keep my pole) I can't serve you at the low 'cause you can get my low (can't get my low) These n- be b-, they h- These n- tryna act like they my bro Can't convince me you a killer 'cause you steady up your pole You a b-, n- Turn me up YC
Writer(s): Thomas Walker, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Javar Rockamore, Taurus Bartlett, Durk Banks, Christopher A. Pearson, Robert Reese, Michael Ferguson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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