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Aye Boy I been around the block Know a homie that trapped in a cell He don't break a sweat when he see cops From the part of the hood where the youngins is living on meth And praising glocks Got me questioning the savior like man, God, when do these things stop Aye, He said I don't even know Back on my grind now they can't even cope Everything white but we don't do coke I stayed silent, my fans been wildin', talking 'bout õb we need more Gimme time, I'm next in the city Put the 5 on with my niggas with me Tryna get it and run me a milli Who you know that got... hold up, wait Who you know done got praised in streets like this nigga legit didn't release for a year None of you can walk in my shoes I'm sorry, I know you want few of my pairs Teach yourself to go get it alone lil homie, just trust me Nobody cares till you get your stacks And then they gon' act like they been through with you When these niggas know nothing 'bout that Be on my dolo, don't want any gang Gotta be straight if I'm calling you slatt How's that?