[Intro]
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Phew, phew, phew
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(FOREVEROLLING)
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Yeah, yeah
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[Verse]
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Come take a trip down memory lane with a gravedigger
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A made nigga, poppin painkillers dont make me think different
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Im a drank sipper, I done slayed niggas, I done paid killers
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Out the whip and out the window, long as you get em, aint no difference
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Shame is, the same niggas dissin used to wan hang with us
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I aint trippin, I been had a lot of opps, even more pistols
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Bougie freak say she dont wan eat cause I aint say, “No pickle”
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Put her on the nigga, she get that lo, we gon for sure get him
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Most get it, the small few of em that dont dont need no nose tissue
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‘Cause Ima wipe it for him, he dont even know it, Im so cold with it
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She got sexy lips, when she eat dick, I call her soul stealer (Mwah)
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Cried, make her sad, said, “Ill be back when its a whole river”
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She give me a pass on how I act because her old nigga
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Broke and down bad, sittin on his ass, watchin her go get it
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Plus I used to serve her baby dad, you know I hit his bag
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Bossed up, I bought all my whips with cash, it came with paper tags
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Three kilos and one five hundred grams, all my Cubans dance
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Every brick I grab, you aint my mans, I come for four and a half
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Run off on your stupid ass next time if you dont lower the tab
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Niggas aint got money, got no swag, they cant make me crash
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Let my brodie score, I threw the pass, he laid it off the glass
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I done slimed his blood all on my grass, I hope you thinkin fast
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Four of Wock inside a Big Blue pop make it look like the Jazz
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Thought that shit was good, but it was trash, get back to the lab
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Bricklayer and I was made to last and never come in last
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Act like you wan test me, you gon pass and I aint talkin class
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Know I got that Gretzky, dont even ask, just come with the cash
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I dont reminisce on what I had cause Im still in my bag
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Difference me and his is mines Dior and yours is made from trash
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Nigga sent the gangsters text, I laugh, you know that thats his ass
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He survived from hidin under the wheel, he aint dump his iron
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Know I climbed from out that pile of shit, I had to take my time
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Step and put some niggas on a shelf who wanted to see me die
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Video, he up a stupid roll, camera off, he lie
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Gotta shine cause I aint used to have nothin and thats the reason why
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Homicide, another mama cried, son played with fifty-five
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Riata Drive, whoever tryna collide, know its suicide
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Love is blind, so is my left eye, so fuck the other side
