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Nobody call up my phone Telling me I ain't in my zone Tell em go f*ck themselves Did it all on my own Didn't really need no help I Did it all on my own yuh I never really needed help I had to feed myself Had to teach myself Had to clean myself Had to reach myself I do feel myself I can be myself I can't I can't Uh uh uh The glock gonna hit up like a chopper two in one type shit You can bite my swag but you can never get like this You think that I copped with loans lemme call my bitch Told her throw away your wardrobe imma cop your fits yeah Dope boy dope boy like sell coke boy I just ran up, tagged up lil boy I just; hit em in his bone boy I just; hit em in his jaw boy I just; Hit em like the law boy I don't; think I need the call boy I just; need a brand new pole boy Man I swear I'm in a foreign foreign foreign, bitch oh well Hit up the same ole slots I hope I didn't sell Rolled the dice like twice, I don't know who to tell I did it by myself I did by myself I just hit the lotto triple 7 The Glock game with a holster and extensions I'm preaching to the church like a reverend Ain't no triple 6, like bitch it's triple 7 Triple 7 yah yah triple 7 Triple 7 yah yah triple 7 Triple 7 yah yah triple 7 Triple 7 yah, uh The Glock came with a holster and extensions I'm preaching to the church like a reverend And I ain't with no triple, triple 6 That's triple 7, don't you ever forget it Triple triple 7 dog Triple uh Triple triple 7 dog Triple triple 7 dog Triple triple 7 dog