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Make my way through the rain
I got to feel this pain
These other niggas is lame
They trynna spit the same
Doubt me in the city that I claim
That's a shame (Sad)
I come a dime a dozen
But I'm not just countin' change (I'm not)
Put on for the fam
Make it then split the advance
Broski weighin' grams
Dealin' is his only plan
Sell her body for bandz
She don't do only fans
F*ck trynna clash witcha clan
I'm hot no pot or pan
Can't get too comfortable
Got to switch up my game
It's too much on my mind to worry 'bout these local dames
And that dm I sent you
Promise that I'm ashamed
Just disregard and keep movin' cuz I done changed up my lane (I did)
Can't rely on nobody
Don't need no crutch nor cane
I can't ever see myself
Go back to wantin' the fame
Don't get me wrong
I could talk about how hollows could empty ya brain
Send ya life right down the drain and duck the blame
For now I'm not tho
Rapping like pac tho
You movin' wock tho
Two shots from Glock tho
We in a stollie and we dodgin' potholes
Buckshot his taco
Life on the clock tho
I'm feelin' macho
I am you not tho
Do what we gotta do and keep it from the coppos
Youngin' on sum mvp shit
Feel just like D Rose
Finna shoot 3 from the heat not talkin' Tyler Herro
My boy Ginobli to my left we countin up the euro (Cash)
Make my way through the rain
Got to feel this pain
These other niggas is lame
Trynna spit the same
Doubt me in the city that I claim
That's a shame (Sad)
I come a dime a dozen
But I'm not just countin' change (I'm not)
Put on for the fam
Make it then split the advance
Broski weighin' grams
Dealin' is his only plan
Sell her body for bandz
She don't do only fans
F*ck trynna clash witcha clan
I'm hot no pot or pan
She said her name was pam
Old-soul
Toppin' in a mini van
Some mini vans
A bunch of vans
That's many vans
Load em' up
Go to war
F*ck many mans (F*ck 'em)
They families is fucked
F*ck many fams
While I'm fuckin' Imma need a photo shoot
Many cams
Everyday I'm makin' a money-move
That's many bandz
Down bad
Daily chef boyardee that's so many cans
I tried everythin' from A to Z and that's so many plans
It's hard
But when you fail you gotta keep on movin' (You do)
I got a lot to prove
No Sheila Buff but I'm just doin' it
I Patrick Ewing it
No ring yet but I'm movin' shit (Uh-uh)
She said my song was movin' so she want to suck my dick
Come to think
It's so sad how these treeshes live (It is)
And niggas cuffin
They down bad
That's that sloppy shit (They are)
Don't you ever trust a bitch
Chase a bag
Aim for rich
Even if I aim too high
I'm still finna make it big (Fax)
Make my way through the rain
Got to feel this pain
These other niggas is lame
Trynna spit the same
Doubt me in the city that I claim
That's a shame (Sad)
I come a dime a dozen
But I'm not just countin' change (I'm not)
Put on for the fam
Make it then split the advance
Broski weighin' grams
Dealin' is his only plan
Sell her body for bandz
She don't do only fans
F*ck trynna clash witcha clan
I'm hot no pot or pan
You underrated when you slept on in ya own city
They sleepin' (They are)
Come from the pavement coulda get stepped on, I don't need ya pity
You keep that (Keep it)
Got my own cadence, age like fine wine, finna make it litty
Yessir (Uh-huh)
I work a day shift, by the night time, I'm just rapping really
I'm a rapper really (I'm a rapper really)
Make my way through the rain
Got to feel this pain
These other niggas is lame
Trynna spit the same
Doubt me in the city that I claim
That's a shame (Sad)
I come a dime a dozen
But I'm not just countin' change (I'm not)
Put on for the fam
Make it then split the advance
Broski weighin' grams
Dealin' is his only plan
Sell her body for bandz
She don't do only fans
F*ck trynna clash witcha clan
I'm hot no pot or pan

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