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Pipe that shit up TnT Tahj Money Dmac on the fucking track Bordeaux and Non Native I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin' I remember rain sleet and snow I was hustlin' Know the feds watchin' middle fingers to the government Glock in this Louis pouch nigga I ain't tusslin' Catfish he don't really know who he fuckin' with Opps send a message you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it Had a undertaker at your tombstone shovelin' Hell yeah hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint Made it out the field with somе niggas I was thuggin' with We'll send some shots through thеy crowd while they huddlin' I'm the type to leave it in the streets I ain't discussin' it Tryna make it flip I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan Old bitches trippin' cut her off like a Backwood Middle of the trenches that's where me and the guys stood Killers anonymous black masks and black hoods Yeah uh uh Walk down on him make sure he get clapped good Uh uh I feel like the man of the hour I do This gun on me Gun on me I'm demandin' the power Brr He never talk to my face Nah that man is a coward Ayy uh uh Yeah Go lookin' for him every hour uh I 'member nights in the tower I do She suckin' my dick out the shower Tell her Be quiet she told me Fuck me even louder Ayy ayy uh Paid now Paid now feet up Feet up All of your sneakers is beat up They are Percocet Percocet geek up Geek up You see the police and we speed up Uh yeah look they tryna catch us and link us They tryna catch us and link us Uh yeah they tryna find us But they don't know where to meet us uh Bow She wanna chill with me and all my niggas She do She get extra freaky off the liquor Uh uh She told us that she got a man What So we extra sneaky when I'm with her She a lil' bad broad Uh she wanna go mad far Uh-uh Fivio Foreign in a fast car I'm in a fast car uh Fresh in the game still see it as a blessin' the same Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain Tryna go out like a vet' in the game put respect on my name No security I'm flexin' with gang I'm a real one Reminiscin' about all of my decisions Embracin' the way of livin' I was runnin' through the field dumb Couple niggas disrespectin' we done killed them Keep a shooter they won't see he my lil' one Thirty shots we ain't into usin' lil' guns Nigga talkin' like he know me he my real son Rap beef fuck the cap I'ma drill some Put the glizzy to your melon make you feel dumb Headshot all black he won't feel nothin' Couple hollows to his back we done filled him Headshot or a lifelong sentence what you need for them to label you a real one