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When I was a kid, I hid guns in my bedroom I was on the block when you was doing the egg spoon Caught that little fucker Left him with a head wound How's he a stepper? He ain't even got legroom I'm head to toe Louis like I'm one of the Neptunes On Facetime to Snoop and he's calling me nephew Couple million deep and I grind like the rents due I know you ain't like that Who you tryna pretend to? Cartier bangles and Cartier frames Rip and 3s I only see 'em through frames Is Potter getting bigger? All of these growing pains They smile in my face but they've been throwing shade I hopped out the coupe, they're enraged I'm self-made, self-paid They're L plates My broskis on L plates, that's stalemates I ain't allowed cellmates, I'm high risk The craziest ting about this whole ting bro Is that man got it out the mud bro Really though From the trenches bro, you get me? Full circle bro We started this ting, now mans bringing in the new gen To just kill it, how it's supposed to be bro, for real though When I was young I had a dotty with two bells If rap don't work, I know food sells My Mum and my sister, I only love two girls Cah they're the only ones that I see, when I do jail You better tie your shoes up, out there ain't no game Watched Dange for a week bro and I clocked the whole game I don't care what you get bagged for You don't know Kay Got busy with my shank Copped a Trey, you had no name Yo I fucked up my re Hopped the train for the thousandth time You ever been in jail? Felt like you running out of time They counted me out I just told them its cool tho On the 3s blowing weed I don't really play pool bro Real back in style Yo they waan know the real me My shawty looking pretty, but my lifestyle filthy You get 10 for the mash Get 20 for slapping it Told S send a bill for the weed, ima pattern it
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