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Just a young nigga who had to sit inside that trap alone
I made a few dollars using this microphone
When I was down bad ain't nobody wanna check on me
But my momma said don't ever let them get the best of me
I was so fucked up I ain't even know where I was at
Everything around me I couldn't understand was turning black
Thugger Hit Desto he said, "lil Shordie Scott, that boy can rap"
Desto let me know, that's all I needed for my swagger back
Trappin' getting phone calls
Fan blow me up like roll call
She don't see my phone call
Cut her off don't know her
Everybody around when you up but leave you when you down
Everybody round you know that I'm the most unique in the town
How can I switch my style up
I can just switch my style up
These niggas know how I come up
Serving P, P, P, P, P around the city
These bitches they in love w me I know they fuckin' with me
They asked me can you do that voice me I say, "I can't do it"
They like, "why you act like that," I thought you already knew it
You fucked your chance up you already knew that you blew it
And you on lean again I told you you need to be through with it
I'm trappin you new to this
I'm fresh, nudity
I'm a vet, not new this
Rocking this shit, that's the newly me
Vetiment coat wit the black like a buddha man
How did you walk in that bit with no shooter man?
She wanna fuck with me I told her, "Baby, I'm through wit it"
How you get mad at me?
I just want this cash not no tragedy
These niggas be mad at me cus I got these racks on me
The way I step outside I keep that bag on me
Huh
I keep a bag on me
These nigga trippin' on me 'bout some shit
I can't even control they all mad at this
Writer(s): Lil Shordie Scott
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