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fuck witcha
When that shit die down I promise you ain't gon see no niggas
I'm rockin by myself I stg don't need nobody else
If I fall I'm pickin myself

I'm introducing ya'll, into the world of G
And to the misery that has become the history
The by product of what I've followed and what I've seen

platinum
Put a track up in a mag like maxim
And a plaque in a backroom at random
Out in Cancun with a 2 door phantom
With a bad girl in the background,

of spilling the tea
I know I'm featured but it's time for me Get Up
And lead cuz

I don't fuck with you
Not at all
And all you bitches pray
That I fall
But I

don't fade into black I dive into that
I never fall back I'm stuck on attack
I'm gone off a pack I'm coming off track
Might cough up a lung asthma attack

Better tell em I hate to lose
I paid my dues
Never been a fraud
You don't want smoke out here
Don't choke out here
Don't get involved
Sucka shit boy I

partial applauded
Upon receiving the most of awards
I've probably been a ward of the Mars
While all the preaching were sorted by stars
Some boy kept seeking

them
Really don't know how much more I can take from them
Really think I need a break from them whoa whoa whoa whoa
So tell them niggas fall back no

of hard falls to take, cause life ain't give you no cushion
Now we a rare breed of people
That just means we exotic
We out here reaching new highs
No we

good impression by the way you actin
Bitch you selfish

You gotta problem with trust
The only ones around are all connected by blood 
And that's if you

I need a new outside 
Continental peacock blue outside 
 Kiss their teeth like, oh boy not you outside 
My ones and twos won’t make me food outside

college to do and three bitches
I think I'm feeling like, feeling like I'm not feelin' y'all
I think I'm out of my body, I feel like killin' y'all
When

the vert like I'm UZI, son
Shout out to the hood i go back to
The days fly by like vacation
If I don't know nothing else I know to be patient
Let it all fall

Uh, way before I found
What I'm good at I was clowned
While I was down, and now they say my name different
I am the bag gettin' chased by these lame

Dealing cards, fake IDs, we be going off
Whip the Benz, foreign cars, we be down by law
Flip the smoke, burn it off, we be rolling raw
Making bread, keep it

Somebody go tell that boy sit down
He can fall by waist side where the stick found
He bound
To get a few plaques dentist-bound
She said my shits wild I said

check thing
Beat you on a track with one shoestring 
Cookin it up
No apron string
Go, UGH 
Fold you up origami 
I'm like Hollyfield to a paper weight

With
Your boy he's making noise
All by himself that's right I'm Independent
Not selling out unless we're talking About
Checking who's on the fucking

know I been the GOAT, couldn't see me through the smoke
Cleared it now, all they see is gold, but don't fall cause murder what she wrote
Keep your eyes

And jump
And you might think
What if I fall
Well what if you don't
What if you fly
Hope
See through the smoke
Feels like you bout to shoot ya shot
Then

motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will

and Franklins
Baby girl a dancer, take the pole up out my pants, and bring it
Back back back, lil niggas should fall back
Yellin on the Gram, showing me that you

stance, I'mma get most the votes and then advance the culture now
I don't really drop tracks like I used to
But the boy still the one known for the music

Zoning out, I can feel the weed
I swear I can do anything
Hemi boy, gone cause I love to speed
Who can keep up with me
Feeling like screw in '93
Flawless