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sadboysoulja
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Fuckin' with the Seals, you gon' get knocked off I can't do no interviews, no Bobbi Althoff I might hit you with the left, I'm goin' southpaw I feel like Bruce, cause I'm gettin' these niggas dropped off Straight up like that, you might know Only got a few more months of pushin' through the snow I might go to Harlem, look at fits with bloody O's I ain't got no way back home like I'm Willem Dafoe Uh, you gotta get it or you better live it My vision hazy, I can't even see it Few years ago, I left out the collegiate Uh, yeah, man in this beat, I'm gettin' disrespectful Can't focus on anything else but my mental This ain't no trap shit, it's heavy metal When I grew up, it wasn't no silver spoon The colors I used to wear, white and maroon I was in the lunchroom rockin' with my goons They say when I'm droppin', it's comin' real soon I swear I ain't lyin', but it might be in June My wife bitch called me and she called me a- Look, man, I can't even explain the feelin Might die in this bitch, cause I'm heavy drillin Money tall it stand right up straight to the ceilin I ain't claimin' that bitch, cause she so revealin F*ck wrong with her, I caught her in my room stealin Can't be mad at me, cause you gotta live it It ain't my fault them niggas knocked off his fitted I can't chill with set niggas, they always wicked Them niggas wicked, they always go crazy I might go ride in this bitch with my baby 716, them niggas always hatin I be on backstreet we f*ck it up daily I got a new bitch, I think she Israeli I remember seein' them dealers on Bailey Niggas be lyin', I swear they fugazi I might Chrisean Rock this bitch, and now she lookin' blue Face in my watch, and you know it cost a couple jewels You said that you saw me with the hoes, what it mean to you I said f*ck my school and f*ck my teachers, I don't follow rules Man, I came up with the same niggas, that was done for me When I ain't have bands Man, I came up with the same niggas, that was done for me When I ain't have fans That nigga, he ain't a real dealer, he over there frontin just cause he so grams My future unclear, I don't know where you lie So you better go tell me your plans Better tell me what you gonna go do Better go tell me who you finna screw I gotta know who you f*ck in this room I gotta know who you f*ck in this room I feel like I'm Carti, but I rap like I'm MF Doom I had a late night, who the f*ck is this bitch in my room When I drop the song, all the speakers gon' blow like kaboom I sweep through these niggas 4-0, but I don't need a broom They tryna leak my shit, I can't go like Uzi with Zoom Man, I just walked in this bitch with my niggas now I can't leave the house unless you give me a hundred thou If you can't even make it, you better go show me how I can't even talk to a bitch, she got dirty mouth Niggas be flockin', they come from the dirty south You niggas don't got it get paid just like every hour Might hit a lick, and do a heist like the town This my closing words, so I'm making them bow down Nigga
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