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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shnard Malik Buckins
Shnard Malik Buckins
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Lyrics

Get into the bag, that's the only thing been on my mind
Tryna make it out, so I can see me and my **** shine
Out here in the streets, you know Lil' Twin, he ain't never lie
Sellin' all these drugs, that's the only fuckin' thing I know
Mind on my money, ain't never worried bout no hoes
They left me in the mud just like a playa, I had to fuckin' grow up
I'm an independent ****, so I had to get it on my own
All this shit I've been through, you would probably think a **** grown
I don't dance no more, I spin your block and hit you with the chrome
How you supposed to love me when you leave me all up on my own
Tryna change for better, all these **** all up in my way
Spin a ****, block him, drop the ski and hit him with the cake
I don't got a diss, I send them steppers while you fuckin' late
Speakin' on the bitch, we tie you up and throw you in the lake
It's a cold world, so I'm just duckin' with my 38
I was barely eight before I seen the first baby Drake
Duggin' in the city till them boys had elder murder eight
Then they killed my sister, since that day, shit haven't been the same
Put my all up in this shit, I smoke that gas and clear my mind
**** wasn't down, so all the fuck he wanna fuckin' shine
I put the truth up in my verse, you know Lil' Twin ain't never lyin
My mama raised a soldier, when **** die, I don't even cry
Convicted to the streets, I can't let these crackers kill me
Keep it low-key, cause I can't let you know the real me
Smoke it heavy, it keep me up by my feelings
If I can't trust the hoes, so you know I don't want no dealings
Written by: Shnard Malik Buckins
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