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(Hey, get that back, Toretto) Yeah, I'm out here livin' life, but you know I'll be dead inside Smokin' blunts every hour 'cause it keeps me energized You're either with me or you ain't, it's up to you to pick a side 'Cause I don't do that back and forth, I ain't gonna let that shit slide If you grew up how I grew up, guarantee, you're traumatized Turn into a villain 'cause I didn't wanna be victimized Talkin' to the cops, the only time I ever tell a lie You're either stickin' to the code or you ain't no kin of mine, ay I'm not losin' money, I'm just losing patience You all dick ride on trends, I'm just stickin' to the basics Take some to the head, then, I take off in my spaceship And I look how I look, I don't dress up for occasions I'll be dashin' from reality and tag to the metrics Stop thinkin' for yourself and stop dick ridin' Satan You're all so demon-like to you go press, so stop praying Shits hilarious, you need to go inside and quit playin' My presence is magnificent, my energy electric Lately, I drive slow 'cause my new wip too expensive Say a lot of shit if I said it, then, I meant it It ain't my fault, you're so quick to get offended Yeah, I'm out here livin' life, but you know I'll be dead inside Smokin' blunts every hour 'cause it keeps me energized You're either with me or you ain't, it's up to you to pick a side 'Cause I don't do that back and forth, I ain't gonna let that shit slide If you grew up how I grew up, guarantee, you're traumatized Turn into a villain 'cause I didn't wanna be victimized Talkin' to the cops, the only time I ever tell a lie You're either stickin' to the code or you ain't no kin of mine When I step out of my house, I'm always on high alert 'Cause even though I'm in my city, I can't be too sure Got it out the mall, but I ain't goin' in the dirt I got people watchin' over me, they finally see my worth Always been too sturdy on my feet, I stand my ground All this pain build me up, so we can never break me down And yeah, I just got out from fallin' off, is not allowed Came a long way from trappin' out my house and stealin' pounds You ask me if I'm still the same, but the mood changed One in pieces of pie, now I want the whole thing Give my mom a hundred racks before I buy a chain Do this shit for family, give a fuck on what you think (think-)
Writer(s): Taras Snitko, Brandon Todd Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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