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[Verse 1]
I ain't drink in a minute
I got a bitch that's going both ways
I'm paid, now I'm smoking out the back seat
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
[Verse 2]
Kairi, you good baby?
I got a bitch that's going both ways
I'm paid, so now I'm smoking out the back seat
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
[Verse 3]
Red lights, never see 'em when the roof gone
Bally sneakers with the patent leather
Never seen floor seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
Everybody dying before we flee the night scene
Bad coke, **** sniff, I take the long route
Chrome out, send a **** to the most high
Drove by on a mission like it's '05
Henny bottle, Fendi belt, my shit is felt
I was locking in
Six months without no help, it was routine
Hit the dips, push ups between
Bunch of 50 clips, getting ripped, **** looking like a king
I was fresh out, me and Gutta
(Yo Gutta, I need you to do me this favor, boy)
(Hold this down for me, man, I'ma be right back)
[Verse 4]
Bodega still picture
Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different
Shell shocked, **** on, you hit the kill switching
Vietnam (Shit like Vietnam over here, man, **** dying)
Bipolar
Nine on 'em with a lot of anger
Mama on him, like go to school 'cause the bills due
Told him be safe, I can't afford it
'Cause they head hitting, bed flipping
Under mattress kept the full fever
Uncle Butchy wouldn't let us hustle out the same apartment
Trap spot, smelling like death on a cold night
Summertime, playing them benches like we can't play
Hit the bar, my gloves on me, think I'm OJ
Kim K, I want your sister with the long face
[Verse 5]
Long kick, a million dollars make my mama smile
Kairi, your daddy love you, I'm a real ****
Strap on me, never telling, cut my tongue out
Give **** game from a jacuzzi like this Run's house
Shop open 24-7, bitch, we don't close
Graveyard, no gloves on, my hands was so cold
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Black tape wrapped around a fucking white brick
White chick tryna tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we was tryna rob 'em
Hundred bands, Son of Sam make the summer hot
Hold the spring, keep it clean
**** run a lot of duct tape
No breathing, that's my season
Get a warm coat, dead broke, that was us
[Verse 6]
Let the Lord send 'em Dom sippers
I ain't going back and forth with 'em
I'm different, if it's murder, we could trade it all
TEC's, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch, I came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta hang with y'all
[Verse 7]
Let the Lord send 'em Dom sippers
Never going back and forth with 'em
I'm different, if it's murder, we could trade it all
TEC's, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch, I came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta hang with y'all
[Verse 8]
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Black tape wrapped around a fucking white brick
White chick tryna tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we was tryna rob 'em
Hundred bands, Son of Sam make the summer hot
No breathing, my season
Get a warm coat, dead broke, that was us, ****
[Verse 9]
My bitch said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
My **** said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Just getting set, I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
[Verse 10]
Bipolar
Nine on 'em with a lot of anger
Bipolar
Nine on 'em with a lot of anger
Bipolar
Nine on 'em with a lot of anger
