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Yeah Yeah Yeah I was raised at the bottom They told me I'd never leave it Tried to feed me all these lies But I don't need dye to see it I peep it all in ya sequence You moving carrying secrets I'm loaded carrying Phoenix Adopted, it's love I mean it I was top floor dreaming Tryna figure it out Like I'm here to guide the culture I ain't in this for clout Yeah, I like to keep it Kosher Boy, you know what I'm bout And I don't play the juice and soda But my dawgs don't run out Need hits on top of hits That's plaques on side of walls Take trips on top of trips F*ck maps, I'm getting lost with myself With my With my Yeah Watch how I'm coming back All these lines hitting too smooth This song a kilo We don't like drop top that We slide in helo's We put the funds all in a fund Y'all flexing C-notes Tried to get you out of that race I ain't no hero A disconnection with yourself Will cause a false reflection Please don't play yourself And try to press it When you in my presence I'll teach you how to do it Smoke you smoothly, end of lesson What you thought I wasn't bout it First subject never press it, c'mon And we pour a little out For the ones that couldn't make it That's all our lost soldiers and loved ones Still the greatest I'm holding onto all of our moments And I ain't changing for life And I remember all them times We was hiding work in the basement Up like we on call Did the most for basics You could never stomach most the things We did to make it, alright Well aright Grind until I make it Stay humble I'm waiting patient Hate you 'til you famous Left me out when I was nameless Manifested into greatness In my mind just like the matrix I could tell they wanted more VS diamonds on they bracelets This is all we really know They risky chances, but we take 'em I will never drop the ball For the city, I embrace it I've been dreaming of a mansion And my brothers on yachts Take a trip to Bora Bora Then go back to the block Two-two three's to get em stepping Like he dancin' to Pop Smith and Wesson with extensions Get 'em shook out his socks Lethal weapon in the trenches And this shit got a stock Shawty knocked over my cup She gotta lick up the wok Get bitch on top of bitch That's hoes on top of hoes More hits on top of hits Run laps around these folks My shit don't ever miss This shit moving like dope My niggas ain't never quit So the money will never fold In the booth with clips I never run out of ammo He ain't wanna wear all black He wanted to slide in camo To make them niggas light candles These situations get handled They ride around with a hammer To leave them niggas in shambles The hottest with no exception The closest thing to perfection I'm Lethal like an injection Your honor there's no objection On god On god
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