| Yeah, rip out your heart, pain in your chest like hittin' a cart, yeah |
| Bitch, I'm the shit like fart, if I went blind, I would spit in the dark, yeah |
| X-ray vision, I see right through all the bullshit, don't even start, yeah |
| I put my fingers around yo' neck and start chokin', I'm Homer, you Bart, yeah |
| You could talk shit about me, you can hate on my music, I don't give a shit |
| I'ma keep goin' 'til all of my brothers is eatin' and all of my family rich, |
| yeah |
| You can't relate to the hustle when shit get tough, you probably quit, yeah |
| You can't relate to the mindset, everything you say sound like a bitch, yeah |
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| Lock in, do somethin' about it, no talkin' |
| Life is a bitch, I put my cock in |
| I sprint to the top, ain't no walkin', huh (Hoo) |
| Lock in, do somethin' about it, no talkin' |
| Life is a bitch, I put my cock in |
| I sprint to the top, ain't no walkin', huh (Hoo) |
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| Lock in like I was the door to the safe |
| Raised in the valley and born in the bay |
| I used to cut grass back in the day, fuck a hundred dollars, made a quarter of |
| that |
| He told me, "I can't afford to do that" |
| You got that ho in you bro |
| I used to work at Chipotle and flip packs so I can afford to do rap |
| Back before they had dispensaries, me and the homie ran off on a plug |
| We know some people that died in the scene, they got very unlucky fuckin' with |
| them drugs |
| I used to wake up and start makin' music, the kitchen had roaches, |
| my bed had bugs |
| I put my face in the computer screen and manifested my reality, bruh |
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| Huh, lock in, do somethin' about it, no talkin' |
| Life is a bitch, I put my cock in |
| I sprint to the top, ain't no walkin', huh (Hoo) |
| Lock in, do somethin' about it, no talkin' |
| Life is a bitch, I put my cock in |
| I sprint to the top, ain't no walkin', huh (Hoo) |
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| (Lock in, do somethin' about it, no talkin'—) |
| (Hoo) |
| (Lock in, do somethin' about it, no talkin'—) |
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