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(Oh, that's good, Kenny) (M-M-M10 production) (Yeah, sit down, sit down) (Sleep) See if you my dawg for real, it's guaranteed we gonna eat See by any means, he feeling foggy tell the nigga leave I put another hole in when you freeze Since I started rappin' I can't live in peace All of this fetta really got me weak I'm tryna do better but it's getting deep See I'm from Toronto where it's getting peak See they left my homie bleeding in the Vs, mh Niggas kill their own partner dawg I hope I never get in need He bust down the face and then he did the race They called him super neat, mh I been dodging plenty cases Shorty must be prayin' I stay on my feet I told my young to carry out the heat If I get the bag, then everybody eats Tryna get these free bands Nigga, first thing you gotta stay free I got bitches on the man Nigga these hoes ain't anything to me, mh Why you stunting for the gram? Nigga, the police printing out the feed I might put diamonds all up in my teeth Surrounded by winners ain't got shit to prove Lock smith finna craft the keys 'Cause my nigga ain't got shit to lose She only with me 'cause I break the rules She's from the hood, I took her to the view She's to work me out in Bentley's And my cousin on the noose To what you think, I'm finna do Stuck this paper and getting in the blues, mh This strict me from, of course Nigga this is news, not something of use Youngest you in just the sports Nigga they chat and told me more in the school, uh We ain't playing fair, you should've heard We just ride and shoot at you (brr) See if you my dawg for real it's guaranteed we gonna eat See by any means, he feeling foggy tell the nigga leave I put another hole in when you freeze Since I started rappin' I can't live in peace All of this fetta really got me weak I'm tryna do better but it's getting deep I'm tryna do better, getting by the streets, uh I keep my bitches on flee, uh I put rugal on de cock Envies diamonds on peacock So up and down like seesaw Hummer kicking like it's free fall Cash on a man I spend what of my hood in pants He took a heed and he's doing a dance This wanna hit, tell you in advance Tell 'em I'm new vibe I'ma bring it in France Life of lover that stink in my hand I showed the line and she think I'm the man Follow me twice now I think she ain't fair, uh We about to go global now My homie that put on the grams, yeah See if you my dawg for real it's guaranteed we gonna eat See by any means, he feeling foggy tell the nigga leave I put another hole in when you freeze Since I started rappin' I can't live in peace All of this fetta really got me weak I'm tryna do better but it's getting deep
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