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Yeah, uh Trust me For real I play dumb, niggas play tough See straight through they makeup Man, the shit you kickin', you just made up I'm the truth, and that's what they afraid of In the Caribbean somewhere laid up On the phone with my nigga, tell him, "Press 'em 'til they paid up" I'm a go-getter, nigga, being down never fazed us Used to get it off the RAZR I'm a pioneer in the A, sir Don't be fooled by this blazer Send lasers to hater, yeah Get dough or D-I-E, I'm still 'bout my paper, yeah Trap music, T.I.P, where I'm from, I'm like B.I.G., huh Number one, running up the millions Show you how to flip a brick and buy a building Check a fuck nigga and still raise your children For real, when you get to thinking about it Man, all the years I've been at it I got multiple classics, legendary my status Like I got "Thug Life" tatted on my inside I cannot lose, bitch, I'm rich, I could've been died K-I-N-G, I don't see 'em, boy, your chances slim Doing something to him, you better run up on them Get your soul foreclosed, leave your body condemned You know niggas like you start dying this time of year Run with Free National, capital letter, fresh out the avenue better We gon' come after you like a show when I'm headlining How could I not pass you? Laughing at you as I'm redlining Take it how it come, fifty million or fed time I'm lookin', I'm ahead now, right now, get 'em dead straight Drive-bys in broad day, yeah, that's what they all say A true trap nigga yelling, "Fuck what they all say" Came so far from the CITGO, in front of the 'partment Avoiding the kick door from the police department Take you serious is hard when you 'posed to be hard, man Built your image off it, and all your stories is augmented Nigga on God, you're garbage, fuck nigga
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Matthew Louis Merisola, Ron Avant, Jose Manuel Rios, Kelsey Miguel Gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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