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Wake up four in the morning
Said I can't even sleep no more
Ex bitch taught me don't trust no hoe
Even if she swear she loyal, it ain't insecure
None of these bitches is for you, yeah
She keep tryna put it all behind us
But f*ck the bitches, I'm grindin' and focused on the commas
We call Ubers to the back cause we can't let em line us
She get mad and get my drop up and then my time up
I ain't scared of dyin'
But I'm scared of dyin' broke
This bitch fuckin' with the opps
And she gon' ask me am I sliding, no
Bitch, I'm only 17
I'll be damned if it's my time to go
Got a passion for this shit
I'm just wonderin' when it's time to blow
Yeah, cause I stay dedicated
I won't go out like no vic because I'm educated
Niggas movin' like some snakes
It was premeditated though
And out of all the things I did
I never hated on my bro
Oh no, these niggas weird and sneaky
How I break her heart and I still wonder why
she hate me
Went from lovers to strangers, shit crazy
And I got me a banger, cause I can't let em spray me
Can't let him erase me
Fucked around and found a blueprint like I was Jay-Z
Broski on my phone he say he like me over Jay-Z
I'm a youngin' and I'm runnin' it, I feel like Devin Haney
I ain't beefin' with my bros, we on the same team
Scarfo goin' crazy in the field, that nigga AB
Sheeno that's my brother, really think that he a GOAT
She try to f*ck with both of us, lil shawty, just a hoe
I think this the hardest shit I never wrote
Scrubo pushed the V, while we fillin' it up with smoke
Put her in her mouth, I took it out because she choked
She ain't got no morals, I hit once and I go ghost
She really think it's gon' hurt me when she go run off
Her cooch ain't even that, I can use my hand to get a nut off
She know losin' me ain't really a L, that she can shrug off
Me and Yak slept on the couch man, that nigga really my brother
I gotta get some chains for the whole gang
Niggas sacrifice they bros, it's a cold game
I'm bout to call Lil Nizzy phone like
"What you on gang, cause we got just some songs, gang, get us out the trench"
I know I can hit up Lai every time that I vent
Leave the phones in the crib every time that we spint
Lord, forgive me for my sins, know I'm tryna repent
Yeah, I know a lot of people, but they ain't my friends
Broski cutta got a beam like a Cordeck
I got brothers from the 12, shout out Nizzy, shout out 4x
And I need a mansion with like four decks
Tryna take care of my people, but you don't get no reward for that
Trophies, trophies
This bitch acting bad
She want me hit it with no Trojan
She gotta be jokin', she gotta be jokin
Wake up four in the morning, said I can't even sleep no more
Ex bitch taught me don't trust no hoe
Even if she swear she loyal, it ain't insecure
None of these bitches is for you, yeah
She keep tryna put it all behind us
But f*ck the bitches, I'm grindin' and focused on the commas
We call Ubers, to the back, cause we can't let em line us
If she get mad and give my drop up, and then my time up
I ain't scared of dyin', but I'm scared of dyin' broke
This bitch fuckin' with the opps, and she gon' ask me "am I sliding?"
No, bitch, I'm only 17, I'd be damned if it's my time to go
Got a passion for this shit, I'm just wonderin' when it's time to blow

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