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That's my brother, don't you know it?I stuck around like YoshinoyaStone Mountain read and the caster cordThis my life, I must enjoy itThis my life, they bus it for itWe don't hold back, we must go forwardStay where you at, you're supposed to, boyNiggas is fake, I won't ignore itI put your boy in the seatYou got your bis' in the streetsI wash my hands when I eatI don't wanna handle the keyI don't know no one BDBut they dependent' on meNiggas don't know where I'm atI find your house on the appPeople around you ain't slattThey plottin' hard when you slattThey got a gun in your backThis who you trust you sleepin' at nightI look in the mirror I see what I likeIt is what it is, I'm right when I'm rightFuck with my kids, you fuck with your lifeYou fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wifeAK not silent like knifeThink he won't do it, I mightI gotta do what I likeI gotta, that's my wordThat's my brother, don't you know it?Soup à l'oignon from YoshinoyaStone Mountain read and the caster cordThis my life, I must enjoy itThis my life, they bus it for itWe don't hold back, we must go forwardStay where you at, you're supposed to, boyNiggas is fake, I won't ignore itThis is a code red for old headsWho never liked my short shorts and pro-kedsBeen a minute since he had to fit it on the notepadI was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't haveTold me that money make you lonely, it ain't so badNiggas jokes are so dadThey haven't seen their son in a monthSold some apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stuntI told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to frontNow his career's in a bluntThese rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-ConThe industry evil people, me and fam' gotta trauma bondDrive like the AutobotIntegrity whore, say what I meanApologize if I didn't, or clarifyIf it's written in stoneFreak it and leave it aloneGive it time, let the truth come to lightLet 'em catch upNiggas peepin' like, damn, he was rightRather have my foot on their neck than they hand on the mic'Rather die a good man with a bad wifeThese niggas almost sticked meand they're dressin' like a hype beastUsed to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-pieceWhite boy throwin' dirt on my name for the faint peaceChecks off, death, murder, and pain, leave you emptyI curse you with that knowledgePut they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'Death before the saunaOn my mom like Keke PalmerI'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and TylerI'm allergic to this rap shitMade a song, but spent more time writin' the captionI'm an actor, you can put that on setI'm about that actionMy tweets all lower case I saw these niggas cappin'My homegirl said we a stalker, so I ain't dappin'I ain't see you, man, what happened?Man, the blog era overtakin' all our starsMy favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some callsBitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy bag of ballsYou've never heard of Chaka Khan?What are they teaching you in school?
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