Yeah, young n***a, you know I got it (JBand$)
They keep asking me like what RP’s & Plan B’s you mean?
I’m just like, sh*t, it’s just some’ you gotta know, you know what I’m saying?
Yeah, [?] it ain’t really [?] it’s all I could [?]
Ain’t no door handles on the
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain’t no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain’t gon’ wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me, I heard them snoring
They used to sleep, I was up ’cause I know where I’m going
The streets called, I keep that fire’, I ain’t going
Some n***as switched, they f**ked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets, all your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I’m holding
Pull it out ’cause my pockets swolen
Pop at a n***a…
…I ride with that nine, stay ten toes
Still with the same n***as, tryna stand on our own
[?] she don’t wanna do something
Glock, it hold a fifty if you n***as wanna prove something
Glock, it hold a fifty, if you play, then you gon’ lose something
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