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You gotta put the, wait, this Shotti right
You gotta put that Jawn on there
Wait, this Shotti right
I told dukes that Ima make it, just stay patient and believe
Lost my uncle and start grinding, I ain't take no time to grieve
Tatted Sasi on my chest on top my heart, cus she the key
Put my brothers on some money, cus they put they faith in me
Niggas tryna take them shots cus now I'm winning, ain't no beef
You ain't back me, you was laughing, now you tryna make a plea
Keep my eyes on the green, I put my pride on these sheets
And she a freak, but you know she gone act shy for the streets
And he a leach, so you know he full of lies and deceit
I keep the peace, cus I know it's gone get grimy if I reap
Ain't have a seat, told myself I'm gone keep grinding till they see
I made promises, can't go back on them promises
But mama I need time, Ain't have no time but I made time for this
Game full of cons, saying they got me, they lied, it broke my confidence
I tried to show them I'm good with these rhymes, they told me I should quit
Why you say you changed when You still going wit this lying shit
Bullets slaying niggas like witches, I'm on some Hansel shit
Bullets have em twitching, he glitching on some robotic shit
All this side switching, just watch them niggas you mobbing wit
That door open nigga, them bonds broken
I was hoping we would've kept this shit going, we was rolling
In the back of the BMW
I tried to see the good in you
Why you had to go looking for trouble, that shit was under you
Flexing on ya brothers, I'm praying that they don't humble you
You gotta stay down
We slide around swinging at niggas just like a playground
Left them courts alone, we just taking shots where they lay now
Souls getting deported, we putting em on the greyhound
Hoes they be extorting, them children just need supporting
Bros said I'm the ticket, they treating me like I'm Jordan
Putting me in the stu, they said, Shotti don't stop recording
Lotta my niggas listen, don't share it, I can't ignore it
Damn, that shit annoying but I ain't the type to force it
Damn, these niggas tourists, they only here for the moment
Feeding niggas they bloated, but they don't put in no tokens
They knew lil brodie could shoot, so his cell door never open
Lotta shit left me broken, but I stood ten high
Lotta scars on my person, but I'm good inside
Shooting, but they ain't focused, so some good kids die
Never had too much going, what the good feel like
These niggas spiteful
You try to leave the hood by doing good, and they don't like you
But you go out, start shooting up the hood, and they gone hype you
Till police come and knock up on that wood, now they tekashi
Telling on everybody
Now the hood get indicted
Now you just rocking orange, but in the hood you was the flyest
Honey bun currency but you had bands in ya pockets
Now ya hands on a pocket, you a bitch
You ain't want that lifestyle, you should've quit Lil nigga
Lil nigga

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