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Four seconds left, I got this shot I gotta take it My pockets were slim, but my nigga was hella shady Do this shit right and you gon' be somebody's favorite Apologizes you can save it And if it's fake, I embraced it Look at mama, I made it The child, he ain't nothing to play with Smoking why just surveillance You know it's wild on the pavement Niggas wild for them statements Been talking foul, that's a flagrant Chasing paper, Jamaicans, couldn't make a move I was making Set the record and break it, and held the best in the nation I wanna ball like a Laker, but still deliver in cadence So let me know bout the flavor and I can holler at the waiter Somehow I ran out of favors, this shit about to get major I said hold up Let me do this shit I've never tried Niggas froze up Let me close the door, it's gon' get violent when I showed up I ain't hear a word, niggas quiet Pick your pole up, let them niggas know it's time to ride Boy I'm so out my bottom Murder don't know nothing bout it Playing chess and I'm plotting Hoping and praying I spot him They told me get him, I got him Now do we got us a problem Put the dot on his collar, you know I get down for a dollar There go a knock at the door, they tryna score him a 50 Let me put this together and get with me in a minute Serving my people, I'm tripping Get that shit how I'm living They gon' look at me different when I hop out looking spiffy Yeah I ran a few errands but I ain't run from no nigga Heard a lot I believe, it ain't come from no nigga Know how it come, give me a beating, I go dumb on a nigga I'm blowing dope in the swisher, until my lungs getting bigger I told em load it up Early that until ain't nothing left When you get close enough Let it ring and leave a nigga death, put my emotions up Had to make it count with every step, I got my focus up Killing shit they gon' think i'm caress
Writer(s): Marshmello, Hayden Tree, Tiernan Kelly, Katron Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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