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Fuck

That real Pyrex shit

Uh

I really went hard for ****

Way back in '16, I hit that cell, I took that charge for ****

I took my tour with all this shit, I think too large for ****

You can hear that struggle all in my voice, that poverty carved a ****

You can hear that hustle all in my voice 'cause they can't starve a ****

Now they all be givin' out shit for free, but they still charge a ****

This shit for me, how you tap me? That shit had scarred a ****

I'm gon' leave that shit right where I smelled it, ain't gon' start with ****

I'm gon' play my hand right where they dealt it, playin' it smart with ****

Playin' this shit to my best

Playin' this shit to my vest

Uh, mama, I'm felony test

Uh, I can't get no rest for real, baby, I'm tired, I'm stressed

Uh, maybe I'm kind of depressed

These **** be doin' too much and I just be tryna do less

For real, no talkin', just sittin' that check

No stuntin', no time to flex

Uh, I ain't even tryna have sex

Uh, baby, come break your neck for real

**** know I'm up next for real

Stood in the trap, won't stress a deal

We was just broke, just stretchin' meals

We was just up off ecstasy pills

Stood on that block like T.J. Watt and I hit like Buck O'neil

I want a bag, it's fuck a thot, got on my bag, I love the feel

Ayy, I am not rushin' this shit, slow is better than fast

I can recall them days when I ain't have shit, so tell me what's better than last

Start beatin' the pot and I look at my wrist, drop and they tell me it's glass

Power House callin' my phone, the credit done hit, gotta pay extra in cash, extra in cash

I been to Hell and back for real, I had a blast

Stuck in the cell, I ain't never tell, so yeah, label me one of the last

I will not fail, I gotta prevail, I promise that I'ma go fetchin' a bag

It's in myself to catch me a sale, so look, I cannot sit on my ass

I need the bricks and I need the bales, so look, put all this shit in the bag

I'm in the street just like a Seville, I guess you could say I'm livin' fast

I played the game like it was Atari, now look, that karma be all on my ass

I felt the shame and I felt the sorry, so look, I'ma be flexin' this cash

I done been broke and couldn't make a dollar, so look, I'm makin' a play like I'm Chad

I was too small and couldn't be a starter, so I started rockin' them burgundy rags

I felt like school ain't had enough offers, so look, I started skippin' the class

I hit the club and drank out a bottle and look, fucked around, fell on my ass

Fresh out a cell, I'm goin' full throttle and look, got all these fuck **** mad

Fresh out a cell, this ho wanna holler and look, got all my ex bitches sad

Fresh out a cell, I'm chasin' a dollar 'cause, yeah, I lost everything that I had

Uh, yeah, yeah, I lost everything that I had and I went flat, brr