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Everything that start, gotta have an endin Had a lot of friends and a lot of love, that's in the beginnin You ain't my dawg, you talk too much, my nigga, and you can't listen I'm tryna do the opps so bad, they see my face, they snitchin I'm tryna fix some broke shit when it's not my position You might get your bro hit, even though he ain't do it, man, he was just sittin Y'all tryna hop up in these streets, won't care about age, can't show no pity I remember days I was so down bad , get a hundred I split it my brother get fifty Uh, I got what you need, baby Matter fact, I ain't tryna talk, just come and hit your knees, baby I ain't been feelin' like me lately Your love is in my need , baby My gun is in my reach, baby I'm tryna press the issue I be up in school, up in my head, tryna use this utensil You can't tell me nothin', bro, I know what I know If he ain't down to help me out, then tell me what you round for I just bust her down three times and she ready for round four You sticked up like we Rambo, you better tote your iron hoe, All these niggas round, tryna hit the blunt like it's you lost, bro Sometimes I wish that shit was different, 26 tatted on my hand I'm tryna choose a different route for you, Jesse, it's not as planned I can't give no helping hand , ain't no way my brother's down And I'm on Snapchat, flexin' bands I know a nigga got a heat stick it be too quick to give you a tan Baby, your inside so ugly, but your outside is a Ten Uh, uh, uh Everything that start, gotta have a ending Had a lot of friends and a lot of love, that's in the beginning You ain't my dog, you talk too much, my nigga, and you can't listen I'm tryna do the opps so bad, they see my face, they snitchin I'm tryna fake some bro shit when it's not my position You might get your bro hit, even though he ain't do it, man, he was just sittin Y'all tryna hop up in these streets, we don't care about age, can't show no pity I remember days I was so down bad get a hundred I split it my brother get fifty These niggas be sissy, if you can't slide for me, do it myself, don't need no assistance Don't need no assistance, uh, uh I'm the type of nigga need no gang behind me When this shit get slimy, I'ma call up 9-3 Mob ties behind me, got my back against the wall I ain't trustin' no one really, I'm tryna really get somethin' gone But then that hoe got me in my feelings, like I don't know if I want no dealings I gotta make it home for my nephew, I can't let no nigga kill me Like it took me a lil' time to understand that they hear me I don't listen, I just keep my distance I don't start it, I just finish She offer love and then I'm tempted I give my heart to anything, but they can't catch me slippin I might hit you up from any range Too much lovin', I get distant I been hurtin', I got too much pain Let it rain, don't say a thing, they take me in, won't never change Everything that start, gotta have an ending Had a lot of friends and a lot of love, that's in the beginnin You ain't my dog, my nigga, you talk too much and you can't listen I'm tryna do the opp so bad, they see my face, they snitchin I'm tryna fix some broke shit when it's not my position You can't tell me nothin', bro, I know what I know You can't tell me nothin', bro, I know, I know You can't tell me nothin', bro, I know, I know If You ain't down to spin tell me what you round for You ain't down to spin , tell me what you frown for