| See niggas put a 10 on a 2 |
| I'm the one give it to you true |
| I'm the one tell it to you straight |
| And I don't never exaggerate |
| Fuckin' hoes in my cell, got a wonderful imagination |
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| This is the sound |
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| Fuckin' hoes in my cell, got a wonderful imagination |
| I be goin' hard for real, this ain't no over exaggeration |
| Nigga hate me for no reason, I'm young, rich and I'm Haitian |
| I be seein' between the love that you show me, you really hate me |
| I gave |
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| a shot because you niggas ungrateful |
| When I think about it, I don't remember you even sayin' thank you |
| I ain't even get a fuck you letter from you on Christmas |
| I'm beefin' with santa, the snow outside, my present winter |
| Divided clique, I lost my bitch, I lost my nigga |
| Guess ain't no body got a soft spot for a killer |
| And I never knew that a bitch could be jealous of a man |
| 'Fore you see me with another woman, you rather see me dead |
| I'm in the shower, thankin', prayin', talkin' to God |
| Runnin' in them streets, look at me now, walkin' the yard |
| I'm paranoid, think everybody out here against me |
| Smokin' KK, think all my niggas plottin' to get me |
| Nigga a beast in the streets, but not in the penitentiary |
| I'm Z'd up, my face gate no matter where they ship me |
| When daddy left, went lookin' for love in these streets |
| Sent me up the creek, had me fightin' with the police |
| Tell the OG's I grew up, |
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| now |
| They hate when me and Syc' together 'cause we be stupid wild |
| Me and Wiz was hittin' licks, but now we gucci now |
| Me and him was takin' niggas food when we was in juvenile |
| Reginae should be my bae, I'm gettin' this lucci now |
| It seem like all the pretty bitches be eatin' coochie now |
| I ain't got no respect for bitches, I don't even be sweatin' bitches |
| Got two brunette lil bitches, they on a handstand |
| I don't smoke my molly, I pop them, I'm doin' my dance, dance |
| Say lil Kodak ugly as hell, but just be gettin' bands |
| And fuck El Chapo where I'm from, we look up to chicken man |
| I'm a boss, I push that button, my nigga gon' smush lil buddy |
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| I be goin' hard for real, this ain't no over exaggeration |
| Niggas hate me for no reason, I'm young, rich and I'm Haitian |
| I see between the love that you show me, you really hate me |
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