| Lately, I know that life is fun, I don't know if it's really fair |
| Daily, we taking the wins like the losses ain't even really near |
| And I ain't even taking 'em in cah the chart's too thin and they're really weird |
| The clip take twenty-two, shit, let me rinse, I ain't even put it in the air |
| I took a lean with the Perc and I started going through the cycle, yeah |
| I got the bitch I deserve, I took my shot like a rifle, yeah |
| Covered the Lamb with a vinyl, the wave been stronger than tidal |
| These niggas are stuck and they idle, ain't giving a fuck, I'm the idol |
| Four-door Range, got the hammer on us |
| Lions cannot be tamed, I know them niggas ain't damaging us |
| I remember the hood that they made me in |
| And I remember the bando I was slaving in |
| Broski inside of the box and he hit me up to make plays for him |
| Sad that I lost niggas over money, the reason I stay with twin |
| We took a loss, we go get it back in |
| Couldn't get a stick, he stabbed him |
| He cashing out while I cash in |
| I be getting money in fashion |
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| She count in Fashion Nova |
| We was together for four years |
| She fucked someone two months after the break-up |
| That's when I knew it was over |
| No morals, no decorum |
| These hoes ain't got no home training |
| These niggas fake, if I saw him drown with a life ring, I still won't save him |
| My darg wifed a hoe on remand but he's telling me his time's going fast |
| If your shit weren't built on strong foundations |
| I'm telling you, your life won't last |
| Cooking with ammonia, got my T-shirt over my mouth and my head |
| I dropped tears in the Pyrex bowl so I'm upping the price every hundred a Z |
| No wedding ring, wifed a virgin |
| She didn't even know what to do in the bed |
| My darg's family grew him wrong |
| He replaying the words and it's ruined his head |
| How the fuck you wanna give up already? |
| You wanna be a man, get used to the stress |
| We turned a bad situation good |
| And the pain was the number one route to success |
| How you gonna tell 'em, "Trust these hoes" when his own mummy cheated? |
| How you gonna tell him, keep his head up? |
| His old birdie had his Nike's leaning |
| I told bro to pour me up, all of these millions I made and I'm still fiending |
| I feel like she got sent from God, 'cause no matter what, the girl ain't leaving |
| No matter what, bro, the girl ain't leaving |
| And I ain't tryna take advantage of your heart but you know I'm an artist |
| And when it's all said and done, we can sail to the mountains |
| She'll love me regardless |
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