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All my life, I've been down to ride Till I kept it real and I stayed alive with no compromise And I fantasize about the baddest bitch and being between her thighs Then I woke up and realized this is my motherfuckin' real life You know where the f*ck I'm from From that muthafuckin' legendary From the city where the niggas load clips and fats And get stabbed at home room should've skipped that class Shit will never change on the West Side Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit) Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride Gotta keep a tec by the bedside These niggas don't know my life All this pain and what I sacrificed And all my niggas that lost their life, you never die, you never die I'm in that motherfuckin' one for a minute now All y'all lil' niggas need to simmer down Shut the f*ck up, I'm the one that's killing now Take a look who on top of the pinnacle R.I.P to KMG Still gotta murder rap, and don't give a f*ck where the body at You do too much talkin' I walk in the building I just give a f*ck where the money at They coaching the player They trust me it's only just one of them I'm callin' them shots and makin' the plays and if you get a train better f*ck with him I keep it gangsta, y'all testin my patience Got me feelin' so anxious, I be lookin' so facetious Feel like running a capre (Wait, hold up I got next) (What up X) Spent my birthday in Dubai Skyrise surprise and I'm dressed like a spy Black tux, oh you fucks guess what, I'm ready to blow (Yo, oh no) I hang that 6-2 sideways Pissin' off the neighbors scrapin' bumpin' in the driveway You gave me the pistol told me to kill at will (Blow, yo, oh no) (I couldn't give a f*ck) Literally, cashed out just livin' to me Blast it like a Kennedy beat Wanna get rid of 'em? Send them to me While I'm just over here cozy holdin' these double D's She book smart with pornographic abilities (Well I don't know what you know But I know I got that shit) These motherfuckers still talking? F*ck 'em! That's why they bring X and the guillotine out To stop these bitches niggas from runnin' their mouth (It's bout time somebody said something) One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger I'm ready to die I can't control this fuckin' anger Ah shit, somebody better fuckin' stop me 'Cause I'm a loose cannon that can't stand myself I'm bad for my own health You niggas really think I give a f*ck about somebody else (f*ck em') I swear to god I'ma do it, back the f*ck up I'ma do it, I swear to god I'ma lose it
Written by: Trevor Lawrence Jr., Sly Jordan, Jean-Pierre Alarcen, Andre Brissett, Bernard Edwards, Alvin Joiner, Andre Young, Morris Ricks
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