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Listen, yo From the era where terror controlled the populace Kids outside popping shit, parents money how they copping it He said I wasn't hard, I should've socked that bitch But I kept it composed, summer 21 it was boots on road On my J's like cole , grown man mentality at 17 years old Mentally gone and the drip is deranged When they pulled up on that nigga I wish I saw his face Give her bubbles in her stomach like she sipping champagne And I burned a book if we not on the same page Trials and tribulations how we came out the fog I got courage, these niggas is cowardly dog Take off that prestige facade Get on your knees like you in the house of God Dreams of driving SUVs and menage a trois Smooth light skin fella, weed I smoke hella Give a bitch a grove back, something like stella Line these niggas up like it's judgment day I want him, him and her like I'm Franklin Saint Pushing this music like it's crack and I'm the CIA Sorry I didn't hit you back, you were in my way All that drama, put a bitch in ugly rubel Like the best friend in dollarvia Could've dashed that nigga but I don't want no bad karma Stuck in my ways, I've been like this since a teen This rap shit a drug, I've been a fiend Tell my story in the booth, then I point it to my head And I spill the grenadine But for now I'm laid back, chilled and relaxed Smoking a baseball bat, bumping Andre three stacks Nigga