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Adre, light 'em up Hey QRN We been really late night schemin' I'm at war with all these demons, while still at war with someone else I blame the cameras and the fame for all the pain that I felt Them niggas claim they wouldn't change, they said they love me, but they left I'm steady tryna kick the drank to keep it real, I need some help (uh, uh, uh) County chain gang, I get out, ain't goin' back (uh) I got a bounty on my name, pull up, get the hundred racks There go you know my youngin' Trey ain't speakin' on who we got whacked Can't put a bitch before my drank, can't put my man before the cash Thug nigga from the gutter, no, the money can't change me They tryna do me like Young Thugger, hit the county for some gang shit Yeah, I'm fully loaded, uh, uh Blue double R, that's when I lane switch Lil' shorty say she want my heart She know that I'ma break the bank quick I had to tell her, "Uh-uh," all from the start, this shit get dangerous I had to bulletproof the Trackhawk, can't get wet up when it's rainin' Go with your move or bring a stretcher, keep that iron, I'm quick to bang it Just me and Coup, yeah, that's my fella, I know he ain't never changin' They think they cool, 'cause they be steppin', but go'n tell when hit the chain gang I love that blue, but put my flag up on Lil Phat, no, I don't gangbang Lil' dude them think that they some factors 'Cause they out here and they name ring Them Prada shoes, I come through flashin', fresh as hell I let the strings hang Mmm, I get on them drugs then scream for Allah Every mornin', I'ma hit that rug and do my Fata' I'ma buy a brand new Benz truck, like I'm Rylo It ain't a night that I don't think about my thug, R.I.P. Pablo I'm at war with all these demons, while still at war with someone else I blame the cameras and the fame for all the pain that I felt Them niggas claim, they wouldn't change, they said they love me, but they left I'm steady tryna kick the drank to keep it real, I need some help (uh, uh, uh) County chain gang, I get out, ain't goin' back (uh) I got a bounty on my name, pull up, get the hundred racks There go you know my youngin' Trey, ain't speakin' on, who got whacked Can't put a bitch before my drank, can't put my man before the cash 'Fore the-, 'fore the cash, 'fore the-, 'fore the-, 'fore the cash 'Fore the cash 'Fore the cash (Oh)
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William Boyette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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