| I ain’t got no friends with me
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| They burned they bridge with me
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| Turned to enemies
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| Burnin' all my energy (HeartBeatz on the track)
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| They askin' me what got into me
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| You ain’t no friend to me
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| You ain’t no kin to me
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| Fuck
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| And I’m runnin' through money on money
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| I’m thumbin' through hundreds, I’m runnin'
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| I could fuck on your honey, I don’t want it
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| Snow give me that pussy, she cummin'
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| In the trap tryna run up my numbers
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| No fast food, servin' them onions
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| In the field, my niggas be gunnin'
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| They be talkin' that shit, but they runnin' (The Heroes)
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| Before I even let you cross me again, I’d rather go be by my lonely
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| I know some niggas’ll pull up and dump it
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| I tell 'em to dump it, them niggas gon' dump it
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| These niggas, they act like they want it
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| These niggas don’t want it, I swear that my niggas be on it
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| I ain’t forgot shit, bitch, you still on my list
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| When we up them sticks, we gon' put the bitch under
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| Dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta?
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| Oh, oh, oh, where my shotta?
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| Dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta?
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| Oh, oh, oh, where my shotta?
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| We had a lot of shit to do
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| What the fuck got into you?
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| You know what we been through
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| You know what we been through
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| Everybody been hatin' on you
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| I had a place for you
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| I seen greatness in you
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| You somethin' I hate to lose
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| If closed mouths won’t eat, closed eyes won’t see
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| How I was starvin' every night, I had to find a way to eat
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| I been chasin' after money, demons chasin' after me
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| Why you tryna lie to me and tryna play me like I’m green?
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| I’m just tryna win it all and count it all with my team
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| Real shooters get close, we don’t really need a beam
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| Pussy nigga in my business, middleman in between
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| Plenty bands in my pocket, Glock stuffed by my skinny jeans
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| I’m on it
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| Tell me what it is and I’m on it
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| Sippin' lean early in the morning
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| Got a bad lil' bitch, she horny
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| Too high, might wreck the foreign
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| But fuck it, might buy me a new one today
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| Or buy me a chopper, a new one to spray
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| If he step in my way, he losin' his face
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| I told 'em I was slangin' iron, thought I was lyin', no
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| These niggas pussy and be lyin', they like my side hoes
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| And I can count a million dollars with my eyes closed
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| And I can shoot you in your shit with a blindfold, bang
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| With my eyes closed
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| I can count a million dollars with my eyes closed
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| I can shoot you in your shit with a blindfold
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| These niggas pussy as a bitch, they like my side hoes
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| Side hoes
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| They like my, oh-woah |