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Hurtin

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Hurtin

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Cook that shit up, QuayWhat's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom?Let's goGotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in (Blend)Hit that boy so many times, he made CNNFear of God pants, I don't fear menPull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawgTakin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em backI watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him backI pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whackedAin't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em factsWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And you really come from sleepin' out the projectsWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And your two main men catch a bodyI got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse thisMade me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' cursesTrap spot do six figures, still got sheets, fuck curtainsExcuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' youI done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'emBeefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew himFucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew itAlways talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeahBeefin' with myselfKeep on wanting syrup, but knowin' it don't help (It don't)It's like I got money to please everybody elseThey act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't careThey in it for self (Yeah) , I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin')I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em)Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it downIt feel like they build me up, try to tear me downWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And you really come from sleepin' out the projectsWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And your two main men catch a bodyI gotta stay solidI grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylistI got grown man money, can't be actin' childish (No childish)I been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?)Sippin' on this bale, I wish bro was with me now (Now)It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em downKick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on youI can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on themThese pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on menI ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cardsAsk about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hardI've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah)I done really beat the oddsWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And you really come from sleepin' out the projectsWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And your two main men catch a bodyWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And you really come from sleepin' out the projectsWhat's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?)And your two main men catch a bodyI got it the worstest

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