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Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one timeNobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)Rockin' real diamonds before I got the dealThrough the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chillThey thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta stealMy lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta killAnd I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chillsOne hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blickyI'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distanceProduct of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coatDamn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on tenfoldRap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny hoCan't get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don't slam my door that hardI pull up like, "Oh my Lawd, " she gon' shop, she hold my cardGlock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' offIf you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar shortI done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even tryLookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you'll dieComin' from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new Coupe 125YeahNobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Ha, ha)Rockin' real diamonds before I got the dealThrough the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chillYeahDo it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feelTold 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's hereSkeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pureIf you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round hereHard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paperHe okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at meI won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at meHe better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fearI invested in the West, their niggas know I've sold my dope therePretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my songSo I can't go there, but she know I like to go thereNobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)Rockin' real diamonds before I got the dealThrough the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chillThey thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta stealMy lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta killAnd I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chillsWhat's happenin', TT?
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