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I see they tryna hinder, f*ck a pressed doubt
Hailing from the city, you can test now
Thriving from the edge, I'm on the best crowd
Lay down all the cards and dig up, (what?) baked up
See and witness ain't a bitch these (what?) wake up
Who'd you like to be with on the good days
You don't wanna see us on the bad days
Just tryna let you grab and get
Grab and get (ah)
Grab and get (ah)
Changes got it deep
When the money come in stiff
Ain't no matter coming fifth
I'd be the cutter in the kit
See 'em gather in the pit
Mediocre, take a sip
Got a whole lot a wit
Got a whole not a bit
Seeking further, take a hit
Unbecoming, take a leap
He be acting like a pimp
Like as subtle as a quip
She be bitin' on the lip
While I'm drowning on a trip, trip, trip, trip,
Hol' up.
Doses? I reckon that I get all the choices
Gimme all the treasure that you possessed
Intended all the letters out of protest
Someone never notice
She came in like lotus
Never had a bluff, I feel like Otis
Waves never get too high, see I'm Moses
Claims that I went too fly, see I'm modest
Ain't gonna settle for the likes, cities' calling for the heist, pseudo vision
Solo mission comin straight through my eyes
Repercussions in my life, momma taught me how to fight
It never ended though I'm blinded yet it pushed down the pipe
I'll (ah)
Get the life what I want (ah)
Check 'em hoes, look alive (ah)
I see they tryna hinder, f*ck a pressed doubt
Hailing from the city, you can test now
Thriving from the edge, I'm on the best crowd
Lay down all the cards and dig up, (what?) baked up
See and witness ain't a bitch these (what?) wake up
Who'd you like to be with on the good days
You don't wanna see us on the bad days
Just tryna let you grab and get
Grab and get (ah)
Grab and get (ah)
Changes got me deep
Saw 'em colors, take weep
Be the relevant shit
Say irrelevant shit
Got no money, she no baddie
Ain't nobody get to have me
Like I'm bound to the east
Yet I'm bound for the west
Bet she calling I'm the best
But I'll prolly get her comin
I'll be damned being cunning
Money, bitches, ain't for nothin
Got a whole lot of grit
Momma taught me not to quit, quit, quit, quit
Hol' up
Reppin' for the two side, many have been called, many elevate, I'm heavy like I'm too wide
Meta for the youngins, middle verses that my two lines
Leaving out my zone, be the critic lest I'm too fine
Heading down the south I guess attest I had two types
Aging has been different some suggest I am too ripe
Believe in life's predicament are lessons that are too naïve
Say he earns a year, then it turns out my two nights
Ain't gonna settle for the likes, cities' calling for the heist, pseudo vision
Solo mission comin straight through my eyes
Repercussions in my life, momma taught me how to fight
It never ended though I'm blinded yet it pushed down the pipe
I'll (ah)
Get the life what I want (ah)
Check 'em hoes, look alive (ah)
I see they tryna hinder, f*ck a pressed doubt
Hailing from the city, you can test now
Thriving from the edge, I'm on the best crowd
Lay down all the cards and dig up, (what?) baked up
See and witness ain't a bitch these (what?) wake up
Who'd you like to be with on the good days
You don't wanna see us on the bad days
Just tryna let you grab and get
Grab and get (ah)
Grab and get (ah)

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