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Get knocked down you know we gettin' back up
Chest in the air you know we keep our head up
Looking to God again
Reach for the fire inside I was not

could be worse
I got roof over my head
Got a place to make some bread
Just so much to be grateful for but I complain instead
This life is a gift you just

a shit man don't do that with out it
Gettin money on the same strip they took my daddy off of
No love for bitches less they choosing bringing daddy dollars

Fuck on my bih 
Then roll me some 93
Then I go see what this paper bout 
Been gettin money since I was like 15 
Nigga Ain't have me no paper route 
U

it in the parking lot
I know the devil think he got the spot
We gettin busy with them semis keep em loaded so the spark is hot
We taking Christ

Nah, don’t run
You at the boss level now
Im laid back whippin the seats they pushed wayback
Head nod acknowledgement, nah we dont wave back
Shawty

was peadsy
Now she underneath me and she gettin greasy suck a nigga up and later shawty finna repeat
She gon entertain gimmie brain make it shake make

bitches on me

All these bad bitches in the party
All these bad bitches really gettin' naughty, yeah
Imma turn it up you want some Bacardi 
Imma turn you

a little more exotic
A little closer to the first hit

Eyes rollin back in yer head, where i get some of that shit kid?
Dont leave me hangin i need it

wanted you
But the mindset of our life
Won’t let us move
I know it’s time for me again
Time to tell the truth to my family and all my friends
About some

they be the ones just check they posts
Imma just check my post

Ain't gettin to the rim if Khalil on the floor
Im protectin this game
And I'm sayin some

Yo Dukes man... i think you need to calm it down a lil bit. You gettin' too hot headed
Look man, i been tryin' to, i been tryin' the humble way but

I neva seen a man kry
Till i seen a man die
Kant look em in the eyes
Den you kno that mans a damn lie
Got some niggas down the road wen dey kum home

nun bout a caper
I’m gettin too much paper, drop me a bag on the head of a hater
Ain’t talking racks I’ll speak to you later
Smoking on gas, annoying my

Recheck the map I lapped em Never be the last in line
Not competition they ain’t even gettin half my mind
Accept the tasks assigned as they come I know this

hard to miss
Yeah they lookin at my waist
And the way that it twist
They know that I’m gay
By the flick of my wrist
My lips so plump
That they wantin’

broken hearts and a tank full of gas
Both hands on the wheel because I'm driving too fast
I've got a head full of notion I won't get out alive
Drop

I'm talkin' bout - East Atlanta shit 

Check, look
I said, this the way to get it nigga  
40 By the backseat
Burning through the pressure
Niggas rushing

to dakater Barbados and middle asia
One to tell friends about big booty lil mouth
Wifey home then it's on homeboys gettin out
New year different clout Level up

new solutions that'll fail, but we'll acclimate 
Misty hazed lens wiped off in a jiffy 
The stalker looks in the mirror and sees the liar gettin busy

new solutions that'll fail, but we'll acclimate 
Misty hazed lens wiped off in a jiffy 
The stalker looks in the mirror and sees the liar gettin busy

I grab dat

Yo bitch on my ig like hashtags

Cause I threw some bill on her ass crack

I fuck up her head like a flash back

Give her the D throw that

the scene got a uh 
walk in up in the scene got a gat in the backpack stupid lil bit imma play her like blackjack 
bend a hoe spine she in church gettin

I’ll never die, what I mean by that is you can kill the body, you can take the flesh away, all that good shit, but what I’ve done here today this is