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Young sack runner YSR shit Nigga I'm from Flint where they kill shit I'm out here with my little brother making pill flips He just got his first gun take him on a field trip You let a nigga sell you fake drank and you still sipped it He just got his money up he acting real different I'm in the booth right now with some real niggas I'm in Cali right now it look real different No cap Where I'm from bitch I grew up round real killers If I ain't rap right now I'd be a drug dealer If you ain't tryna make a hundred thousand I can't thug with ya I just made one call pull up with the drugs nigga If you can't keep it real I don't f*ck with ya This one bitch broke my heart I don't trust women My best friend switched up I don't trust niggas Jackman just called he know I f*ck with him I just rolled a three point five it been a long day We was just fucked up we came a long way Always knew I'd be rich nigga one day Niggas stay up in your lane it's a one way Nigga I'm from Flint where they kill shit I'm out here with my little brother making pill flips He just got his first gun take him on a field trip You let a nigga sell you fake drank and you still sipped it He just got his money up he acting real different I'm in the booth right now with some real niggas I'm in Cali right now it look real different No cap No cap California look way different man Shit we probably up next because of this Aye Haven't I had enough yet I put in work from the first to the sunset For what it's worth since my birth I been dumb flexed Smoking herb spreading the word about what comes next I'm on the curb drunk and I swerved drop it like funk flex Picked up a thot she kinda hot we just had drunk sex Back to my grind not wasting time told you we up next Back to my grind not wasting time told you we up next I think they messed up cuz we next up I got your bitches number I think I'll text her Your bitch give good head straight from the neck up And she got a round fat ass straight outta Texas She like to mix sugar with grits when she eat breakfast Then she pull away in her car, and it's a Lexus She sent me a cute pic of her cat, I'm bout to wreck this Ha, yeah, I'm finna wreck shit I'm not the type to mess with Leave yo ass breathless You couldn't even breathe if you could see where all the rest went Yes sir I'm a misfit Say it with my chest bitch Show up to the cookout with a K because I'm reckless I used to be the lookout now I feel like I'm the best bitch Me and Quavis used to hit Marc Dee's and smoke the best shit I'm still smoking backwoods, dreaming bout a Bentley I just wanna make sure that my city don't forget me
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