| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
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| I’m tryna turn my luck around
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| And now I’m getting old
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| And I’m still on the road
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| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Niggas dying over dumb war
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| Every other month feds flying off my moms door
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| My lines tapped so I hate the phone
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| Hug my mom cause there’s a chance that I might not make it home
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| Them foes wanna clap me
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| Hoes tryna trap me
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| Can’t buy a mansion with my dough cause its tax free
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| I still can’t believe my nigga stylies gone
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| And what hurts me the most, is that life goes on
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| Uh I don’t wanna see my friends die
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| All my niggas doing 30 hold your head high
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| Them OG’s used to have benzes and porshes
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| Blew all their money in the the booky shop on horses
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| I lost 90gs I help but screw my face
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| This shits hot, I gotta move my base
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| Jamming with the mandem saturday night
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| Done the same thing last week this can’t be life
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| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
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| I’m tryna turn my luck around
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| And now I’m getting old
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| And I’m still on the road
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| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
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| I’m tryna turn my luck around
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| And now I’m getting old
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| And I’m still on the road
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| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Uh, my nigga would have made a mil
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| If he never go to pen
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| Now hes back on the come up selling o’s again
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| Its like these niggas grind to stunt on a bitch
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| And I don’t know who it is yet
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| But someones a snitch
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| In the
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| Its boring inside, jamming on the block cause I ain’t got nowhere else to go
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| Its the path we chose
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| These niggas and these hoes show we love
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| Its all faker than clothes
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| These niggas see the cars and ice and think my
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| Lifes rosey but its far from nice
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| I used to wanna be everybodys friend
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| Now they wanna know me cause I’m a legend in the ends
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| Uh tryna stay on my grind
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| I gotta spray my nine
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| Its like everyday I’m in a different state of mind
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| You niggas see the way my bracelet shine
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| My phones ringing right now, wrap wants a nine
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| Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
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| I’m tryna turn my luck around
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| And now I’m getting old
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| And I’m still on the road
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| And I ain’t rich yet, all these Z’eds that I’ve sold
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more
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| Trappin ain’t cool no more |