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Ayo Dough, let me out the whip
They hit your spot, let off shots, then you ran and left your mans
Couldn't be me, would've pulled my glock,
I

back your love won't give a hundred percentage
Took the harder fall I admit I was slipping
Easing down the pain with the drink that I'm sipping
Never let

left right, lullaby, he asleep
Blow by, ima drive, fake the pass to the right
Bring it back, now I'm throwing up a hook like Kareem

I could do this with

know is grab a bag
I don't feel different
They said i was the one
Since a lil Nîgga
I Ain't trying to slap fives
Cause i don't feel niggas
Rest In Peace

perfectly
I knew that I would be rich when I made a hundred grand I knew that I was caught slipping when I met Uncle Sam
I know that I'll be the Man when they

keep a hundred and twenty percent regardless
All of this fake love, No I don't support it
You not a day one man you just a tourist
I camp on this fire

cruising through the sky
I got all I wanted but I'm still not satisfied man
I keep asking why cause
I be catching bags switching lanes going fast I'm insane
Do

Now we got a larger stake, I don't talk but I still get a bigger take
Yes I'm thumbing, I still got to regulate
Need blue hundred, see 20 by everyday

the start of my successes
New perception 
Commas in my dollars with appreciation by percentage
cnd I try blend in

Ghost

Never knew a bag till I stopped

a delinquent man I fell in love with stomping niggas
In the stu with your lil bitch and we caked up just like a funnel nigga
Nigga saying he a killer when we

on me
Did bad on me
Did bad on me
But I'm tied up
Ain't no one left for me
Ain't no going outside
Just, you know, go collect the bag
Go
Go throwing some

a plan to make a hundred fuckin' bands, nigga
You a bitch and I'm the motherfuckin' man, nigga
So when I'm speakin', boy, you better understand, nigga

Like I'm Superman
I be on TikTok cause every time she with me, we Gotta do a dance
Make sure she knows she don't never ever need Another man
Me nd your

later
Got to the bag, now my salary way up
I'm in a coupe; the same color tomato
Ride wit my lady like tupac and jada

chead of my time I am too visionary

lie
The main reason why a nigga like me gettin' by
Put that bird shit on know I been gettin' fly
Real nigga know I'm bout my business think I need a tie

hydroponic, I sneeze off the pollen
I need about three hundred milligram tonics
Fucked myself up by increasing my tolerance
All off the cannabis, floating like

a bottle top but all these bitches trying to screw me
Cause I'm handsome bout a bag and got a body like I'm Bruce Lee
You can't bait me with no coochie
I'm

wash away
Momma lost her oldest
Up to me to be the man Now
My nieces loss they daddy
Up to me pick they dress out
Life been feeling hopeless
Got me

the ash
I don't sip 40's no more coppin' 40 milligrams of oxycodone in the stash
I throw the I throw the flow in a bag 
I hold the I hold the door

Been through the peaks and the valleys
So long that I can't even tell you the difference
Bout to go off in this bitch when I get in my bag, I just

to go back to my old ways
Can't die by the gun, only just old age
I got a daughter that I gotta teach and raise
We was really robbing niggas just to go

painted red
Still fucked the opps and all the ones already dead

Get your main man to slime you out, you pay with me
Turn that boy into a pack now he

be (that's krazy)
A hundred, you won't get none less from me (nothing less)
I ain't fail, I took it as a lesson he was testing me (god)
I look up one

Almost cried when I saw my dog's name on the statement
Ten toes down with my feet on the pavement

Yeah, man, it's messed up the homie did it
I'm over