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This shit so deeper than rap It's coming from the soul All that gangster shit you did is void if you told These bitches fucking when you out, they fucking when you gone She got you stressed and worried, she won't pick up the phone She probably layed up with your homie or your road dog Only your mama, gon' pick up every time that you call In these streets, they gon' forget about you In these streets, they gon' live on without you They gave my cousin fifteen, I'm spending fifteen on jeans Pick up when that phone ring, he just wanna hear how I ball He can't wait to come home, he talking about it won't be long I be like, hell yeah, then I drop something on his Zelle I'm just a real nigga, well, I just aim to be It ain't the fame for me, it ain't the chains for me Always been the same, it ain't no changing me I always knew, this shit was made for me I was only nine years old, Big Cuh was cooking on the stove He showed me how to get some Cho He showed me how to work a Hoe He told me never play with my nose and never be a bitch And watch out for these niggas, man, cause these niggas snitch They gave my cousin fifteen, I'm spending fifteen on jeans Pick up when that phone ring, he just wanna hear How I Ball He can't wait to come home, he talking about it won't be long I be like, hell yeah, then I drop something on his Zelle