[Intro: G Herbo & Doe Boy]
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Uh, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
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Ayy, you know this
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Dont act like you dont know this, you know this (Oh, really?)
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[Chorus: G Herbo]
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Uh, I was dead broke
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Never had money, but I had hope (Had hope, Southside on the track, yeah)
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Trippin bout my past, but I love it, though (I love it, though)
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Wifey on my ass bout another ho (Mustard on the beat, ho, ayy)
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I aint in the ‘Raq, but I run it, though (I run it, though)
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Cant even find the key, press the button, go (Skrrt)
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Everywhere I go, they be eyein me
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Nigga tryin me, tell him, “Try and see”
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Got security, but I keep iron on me (I keep iron on me)
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Used to be four deep, now Im side deep
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Askin me for cash, it bе drownin me
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My Amex like fifty-thou a week
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[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
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Stand ovеr a hundred-thousand, had the wealth to go and check
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Twenty-three, new Rolls, new Ferrari, whats next?
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Rose gold Richie Mill, face lift, they upset
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She gon fuck for a budget, I cant even trust it
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All these Cubans lit up like a Christmas tree
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Ridin with the mob, some Crip and some bleed
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.223s on his skin, eczema
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My lil nigga clean the whole house, Stanley Steamer
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I remember I was broke, now I got some coats
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Pull up in the winter time on my little folks
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You pillow talkin to your bitch, I aint trippin though
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I be sippin slow while Im gettin dough
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[Chorus: G Herbo & Doe Boy]
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I was dead broke
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Never had money, but I had hope (Had hope, you know that)
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Trippin bout my past, but I love it, though (I love it, though)
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Wifey on my ass bout another ho (Ayy)
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I aint in the ‘Raq, but I run it, though (I run it, though)
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Cant even find the key, press the button, go (Skrrt)
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Everywhere I go, they be eyein me
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Nigga tryin me, tell him, “Try and see” (Oh, really?)
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[Verse 2: Doe Boy & Future]
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Ran through the bag then ran up another check (There you go)
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Hundred in my clip, like four hundred on my neck (Gotta go)
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Nigga thatll play with Beezy, still aint found one yet (Boom)
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I got dissed a hundred times, still aint felt one threat (Haha, haha)
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Why you mad at me? Nigga, put your ho in check (Okay)
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Let me kiss her first, how you think I know its wet? (Come here)
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Bitch so bad, made me blow the whole check (Mwah, uh)
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Im like Instacart, I bring the beef to your doorstop (Rrah, rrah)
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Do a drill in a Striker, pussy nigga know its tinted (Skrrt)
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Serena on my neck, big ass pointers and its tennis (Ooh)
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Tennis chains on, cost a nigga couple digits (Ooh)
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Shot his ass at Phipps, pussy boy landed at Lennox (For real)
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Weak ass hoes dont get shit, bad bitches get the Benzs (Okay)
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Jumped off the porch and I dove in the trenches (Go)
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Only gettin dick, aint ‘nan ho gettin kisses (Go)
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Aint ‘nan ho gettin shit (Pluto), bitch
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[Verse 3: Future]
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Dead broke, came up from nothin, ready to crash out
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I can spot a demon, I can see when niggas opted out
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Drop-top with the rocks out when I pop out
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Get a nigga hit, sent a blitz, get him boxed out
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Fentanyl on my wrist and my fist, I just cashed out (I did)
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Real niggas back door and fake shit, locked out
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Drug niggas, real niggas, drill niggas, fla-fla
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Young niggas stole all these trends for
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Trap house, all they know is bandos (Yeah)
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Coolin off, nigga, let your fan go
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Rather keep it with me, take your sticks to their mouthy (Pluto)
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I aint have shit, now Im rich, niggas salty (Fake)
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Sippin on that Triss, drinkin Wock, drankin Hi-C (Syrup)
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I dont promote drugs, took one, feel like Im flyin (Syrup)
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Made it out the mud, now Im stuntin just like Bryan (Hol up)
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Get it out that dirt, niggas understand the assignment (Freebandz)
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[Chorus: G Herbo]
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I was dead broke
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Never had money, but I had hope (Had hope, you know that)
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Trippin bout my past, but I love it, though (I love it, though)
~#**************#~
Wifey on my ass bout another ho (Ayy)
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I aint in the ‘Raq, but I run it, though (I run it, though)
~#**************#~
Cant even find the key, press the button, go (Skrrt)
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Everywhere I go, they be eyein me
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Nigga tryin me, tell him, “Try and see”
