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Sick and tired of congratulations from people I know was hating on me
I'm still the same homie
I don't give a f*ck about the law, about the friends, about the kin
I only question why you had to change, on me
Yeah, I saw the crowd, I saw the fight, I saw the nigga with the scrap
I don't even blame homie
But now I moved to Texas, living steady, getting better
Walked across the fucking stage with some slippers on, nigga
Pointed to my son, I see my daddy and my mama
Girl smiling, told him, Trey, we can do anything, nigga
On the night before, picked up my brother from a joce
Couple days before, I told the other one to go
Cause living in the bottom ain't shit there, nor shit fair
Family switching on you the first time, shit ain't there
And if he claim to be your dog, you better watch that, nigga
Your dog a take a shit somewhere and get you sniped, my nigga
I'm a ball until I fall or go do life, my nigga
Knocked down a wall, standing tall, I can't see heights, little nigga
What I see is niggas dying from reaching peaks
Instead of trying to fight, they grabbing heat
Instead of eating good, they want some beef
Instead of pointing fingers, keep it street
You claiming you a dog, you just in heat
We won't talk about it, rest in peace
We won't talk about it, rest in peace
Screaming twenty one, I'm on ten
Little niggas, I know Y double N
Since I fucked her once, I might f*ck again
And if she's stunt with me, bacdoe, get her kin
And if I still don't hit, I'm on all they friends
Yeah, it's like that, I'm cutthroat to the end
Back to the thoughts of why niggas was out here trying to get me
May think about how them police officers meant to kill me
Still can't remember, I'm thuggin' like that
F*ck a patek, gold citizen up on my wrist, I won't talk about shit
Traumatized, but I feel good about it
Saw homicides, but I ain't catch a body
A born leader won't coax fear up out me
You make a diss, they just may send somebody
I may be flattered, but they don't play about me
My older brothers, they'll kill behind me
I'm royalty and ain't nothing fake about me
Amir, Louisiana, that's my principality
So yeah, big twenty one ten
Sick and tired of congratulations from people I know was hating on me
I'm still the same, homie
I don't give a f*ck about the law, about the friends, about the kin
I only question, why you had to change on me
Yeah, I saw the crowd, I saw the fight, I saw the nigga with the strap
Crazy thing, I don't even blame homie
But now I move to Texas, living steady
Getting better, walk across the fucking stage with some slippers on, nigga
Some little brown hush puppy looking ass slippers, man
I got a criminal justice degree like that, man
Nigga be sniping shit from the house

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