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[feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Key!]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1 - Key:]
Tryna be a humble negro
But you niggas got me lookin' like I'm from another eco
Since [?]
The allure of illegal, it's been a while
That's my pitch
You don't like my child, that's my bitch
Drive a nigga wild
Niggas don't know [?] pounds
You don't think I know you hate me now do you?
You don't think I know you hate me now do you?
I ain't never sold raw
Still can't explain what I saw
Packed a whole crib in the car
Just the thought of you gone is a permanent scar
I hope you don't hate me now do you?
I hope you don't hate me now do you?
Poppin' these pills for the thrill
Poppin' these pills for no feelin'
Seeing your face get killed will probably turn your heart so chilly
Hey, so now when I'm out, I'm colder than ever
Just hit up [?], get [?] forever


[Verse 2 - FatKidsBrotha:]
Pussy [?] then it'll hit you again
Asking me where I've been
I've been about my shit
Hating ass niggas wanna doubt my shit
But when I count my grit
You niggas different
I've been moving with my pimpin'
Tryna [?] with my interest
Great, my mind in a state to get my family through the gate
But these niggas acting silly, they won't let me be great
So I focus on my own
Shoulda been about my [?] zone six
18 with a dream, ey
Hit the scene with a shopaholic fiend, bank schemes
How we make green
Lately I've been thinking 'bout it
But every time I call she don't even bother
Cause this thing we lost only makes it harder
Hey, I know you see me now
Hey, I know you see me now
These the only thing that I think about
We did everything but couldn't see it out
That's the only reason you see me at all
Drinkin', smokin', trippin', livin', nigga
Two 9 til the endin'


[Verse 3 - Big KRIT:]
Another day of that same old shit
Watch me jump off the porch
I need more than most
Hit the SLAB, break a bitch for hours, she gross
Set up shoppin, you creep so you can butter your toast
Early mornin', never yawnin', gotta get to it
You could never see the light at the end of the tunnel til you been through it
Regardless, the art of war wasn't just [?]
And we ain't bout them games ho
All my partners ain't rap cause most of them down to let them thang go
Chose the streets over beats cause the money tax free
And they heard the labels pull too many strings tho
And I agree, but it wasn't for me, trappin' my nigga
And they reply, you better off rappin' my nigga
Real friends wanna see you in a foreign and scorin'
Cause waitin' on junkies is kinda borin', damn
I do this for my fam that could never make
And all my homies that capped out at graduation
I know you tryna survive in the city where skinny niggas die
And the police lowkey racist
Chasin', jump shot dreams
Crack vile stuck the seams of our Air Force 1's
Wishin' it was gone
But that's life when you're young
I had to leave the slums and stay humble

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