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own it
They said if I got gifts then I gotta focus
And if I got that power too, you better hone it
And I would never lie to you, I'm by my lonely
My

dining by yourself nigga promise I'm only after cheese
Running to that bag
Before that bread I was an athlete
I'll run off wit ya sack
I swear to god don't

on my arm by a sling
Choppa sing and sting
I might have to bust out the fleet
There's pinky all over the street
Top of the tooly titanium
Psycho and king

Shit so small you catch yo opp in traffic
High speed tipper but he end up wrappin
Bare face robberies don't even mask it
Damn, this shit is getting

I'm here because I love ya'll

Making big noise in a lil room
I was in my bag had to dig through
New paper so there really ain't an issue
No love for

the family

I don't really got
No time to waste
mama getting older by the day
friends with surgeries that they need paid
And My brothers need a way

I know

He call shotty 
So I shot him in the front seat
cll I'm gonna do party 
Pass the blunt please
cll by my lonely, 
Will and always it's fuck these
Hoes

I love counting money
I love getting money

Here we go again i'm taking all these drugs again 
Swerving in a benz i'm riding all alone again 
Here we

the cake
Getting fellaced by ya bae
Please don't call her today
Yea yea I'm chasing the cake huh yea I'm chasing the cake

Talking bout they dripping I'm

the jacuzzi while smoking on a lucy 
Told that bitch wipe me down i'm feeling like lil boosie 
c hundred rounds hope I never have to use them 
Fuck you clowns

dick riding lil bruh ts gay
Needa getchu some motion stop eating off his plate

Turn off the trac boy we slidin srt8
Ian kissing no curb
all gas fuck

Show me how you do it baby
Do it by yourself
She got it on her own
She don't need nobody help
I like how she twerk
That ass go berserk
I might take her

getting them racks
Them guns and buttas all in the stash
Not gonna stop I'm doin the dash
Saying he gangsta stop all the cap
Stay wit the sinner niggas

some people who die by the gun
I'm still here for my family I'm here for my baby
I'm here for a reason I'm feeling it lately
I'm feeling the heat I've

getting to it
Check my face card baby
I ain't got to play hard lately
I been counting these blessings an
Diving in naked an making progressions
Aye tell

pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud

I'm spitting fye, it's getting heated
I don't even trust my blood
So why would I care if you bleeding
Just wanted support, never was here when I need it

Shit just been getting a lil scary yeah
I can't tell
If it was the right time and the wrong place
I can say I tried
I don't know if you did
If it was

me what you call that
Tell me what you call that


Verse 1
Fall back
Couldn't count how many times they said lil homie fall back
Took a couple losses

Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida

I'll be smoking weed just to help the time fly
I ain't even big, I'm underground, I'm still ant side
But don't get it twisted, I'm still better by

no settle
B*tch, I'm on a mission, I told you before you gon' listen
We throw up sixes, Westside we official
You know how I'm rockin' lil n*gga
I'm

it out it's clean
Businesses with dirty covers
Nurse ain't changed my covers yet
Yeah
Poppin' them pills in the back of the whip
Now I'm getting some

the pledge
Hawk him down, he end up dead
Nothing to save him,
even meds
I'ma fill him up lead,
Then tuck his dumb lil' hoe in bed
I think I grilled him up