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I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah) I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah) (Yeah) Your bitch just asked me if I'm tryna roll it but Imma touch on her slowly She's tugging up on my pants you know it she call me daddy Imma own it (Okay) Everyday I'm flipping off a new bar, someday I'm tryna cop the red rar' But ATM we gotta grind hard, if he popping off I gotta pop four Everybody just listen to my music, but they ain't really see the shit I'm doing I've been acting like a teacher but I'm viewed like a student Not the way I fucking see it Imma say it till I prove it People acting like I'm new but I already knew It I've been talking IceBox yeah chains like jewelers If you still don't believe me then Imma keep shooting Like Stephen Curry bitch all dubs ain't losing I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah) I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah) Sliding down blocks with my shooters like Pippen On the movie scenes but you ain't catch me slipping Rewind to the start on that bitch like a written Sliding down blocks with my shooters like Pippen We ain't banging sets, nah none of us is Cripping 128 the gang I put it on my business (On my life) Everybody talking but they ain't putting they chips in When I hit 'em with the math nobody passing quizzes (Ain't nobody) I been chilling by my lonely with a few core homies Been a minute since I kicked it without just knowing Gotta kick the bad habits like the smoke stay blowing But all the bad shit ain't just smoke that you blowing These real issues, and these real lives Everybody got issues and different people traumatized Rape, murder, robbery, see the evil in they eyes Pop a perc it get you lifted it'll put you in the sky For a lil bit, for a lil while Consequences come back and they'll bite you up in the side When the homie called your main laying down finna die From all the drugs y'all did and all the fucking good times now (Yeah) And I regret to see (Uh) all the people popping ecstasy Got addiction problems, standing next to me Gotta cut em off, I can't let it be (Like) I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah)
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