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Let me tell you bout my real life
Let me tell you let me tell you bout my real life
Let me tell you let me tell you bout my real life
Let me tell you let me tell you bout my real life
I'm from that trap house you seen the fiends at we had the last door
They told me cook up if you get shook up then be on go mode
You left me out for dead huh
My Christian louboutins is bloody they say red rum
Bitch Imma pop up out the grave when the dead come
They been fuckin waiting for a nigga to drop the next one
Okay
Let's talk bout real life don't like to wear my chain it make my neck hurt
Ain't arguing with niggas who don't even got no networth
You don't stand for the gang boy you've gotta take your pledge first
You a trapper and you fucked up in the head let's see them meds work
F*ck school ain't like my essays they drive me loco
I'm from the trap house you seen the fiends at we had the last door
They told me cook up if you get shook up then be on go mode
Mamma I can do it by myself what you a hoe for
Remember there was niggas in the crib like every day and night
Knew you had to make us some money it's just a sacrifice
But we done had it so wrong we don't even know right
Left it all and moved on but I held my soul tight
You left me out for dead huh
My Christian louboutins is bloody they say red rum
Bitch Imma pop up out the grave when the dead come
They been fuckin waiting for a nigga to drop the next one
Okay
Let's talk bout real life don't like to wear my chain it make my neck hurt
Ain't arguing with niggas who don't even got no networth
You don't stand for the gang boy you've gotta take your pledge first
You a trapper and you fucked up in the head let's see them meds work
F*ck school ain't like my essays they drive me loco
I'm from the trap house you seen the fiends at we had the last door
They told me cook up if you get shook up then be on go mode
Mamma I can do it by myself what you a hoe for
Remember there was niggas in the crib like every day and night
Knew you had to make us some money it's just a sacrifice
But we done had it so wrong we don't even know right
Left it all and moved on but I held my soul tight

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