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From the four to the seven, we keepin' shit hot
You might wanna put you some shades on
The players be different, the game is the same
And no, I'm not one to be played on
Catch a body on sight, bitch, I'm ballin' like Mike
Get to spinnin' on shit with my Js on
He thought he was flexin', said, f*ck what we reppin'
And now he gon' cry, cause his chain gone
Lil' buddy got lucky, we aint send him up
Cause, bitch, you can't cry with your brain gone
I was flippin' through racks, I was spinnin' some tracks
Had to f*ck around, put the whole gang on
Like, ye through the wire, my shit is on fire
But what you gon' do when the flame gone
Gave em the recipe, they can't get the best of me
No, I'm not one to put blame on
Come play with your life, you be dead by the night
I ain't the white boy to be fuckin' with
Got me feelin' like Drake, send him up like a kite
I promise it ain't no discussion shit
All it takes is on flight n your bitch in my sight
I beat her shit down like percussionist
Like a thief in the night, I be keepin' it right
But I might f*ck around and just duck the bitch
Swear you touch on my chain, they gang splittin your brain
So just watch how you move when you close to me
Know you play in the field, but I'm keepin' it real
I'm just showin' you what you supposed to be
I ain't signin' no deal, I'ma eat the whole meal
I just peeped how the game was exposed to me
Put the game on a lock, made them bitches kick rocks
Had to shut that shit down, they can't flow with me
Every night a new flight, just to f*ck up a show
I'ma give this shit everything left in me
Pull up, swervin' two R's, got the truck, not the car
So they think that they all got the best of me
But I'm stacking in my money, they think I'm a dummy
I can't let college be my destiny
I ain't goin' back broke, living back with my folks
Know this stupid ass system be testin' me
From the four to the seven, we keepin' shit hot
You might wanna put you some shades on
The players be different, the game is the same
And no, I'm not one to be played on
Catch a body on sight, bitch, I'm ballin' like Mike
Get to spinnin' on shit with my Js on
He thought he was flexin', said, f*ck what we reppin'
And now he gon' cry, cause his chain gone
Lil' buddy got lucky, we aint send him up
Cause, bitch, you can't cry with your brain gone
I was flippin' through racks, I was spinnin' some tracks
Had to f*ck around, put the whole gang on
Like, ye through the wire, my shit is on fire
But what you gon' do when the flame gone
Gave em the recipe, they can't get the best of me
No, I'm not one to put blame on

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