Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
First I pull up, then I kill my note
Now I got 'em waitin' on the flow
I remember stealin' from the store
Now these bitches tryna call my phone
Mama told me, "Boy, don't sell your soul"
I remember days when I was broke
I remember stealin' from the store
I do this for my motherfuckin' bros
Mama told me, "Never sell your soul, no, no"
They just want me for some fame, yeah I know, know, know
All these bitches broke my heart, that's why I'm cold, cold, cold
Now I stop with my bros in the mall
My diamonds jump, you gon' see me on your wall
I don't front, I could fuck you if I call
I don't cuff, do I look like I'm the law?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitches broke my heart, yeah yeah
I will never sell my soul
I remember days when I was broke
First I pull up, then I kill my note
Now I got 'em waitin' on the flow
I remember stealin' from the store
Now these bitches tryna call my phone
Mama told me, "Boy, don't sell your soul"
I remember days when I was broke
I remember stealin' from the store
I do this for my motherfuckin' bros
Comin' up, I never had shit, watch me stunt
I remember bein' broke, now they sick 'cause I'm up
They don't got nothin' to say, 'cause I'm ballin' every day
Watch me slam dunk, bitch, I been gettin' to this cake, yeah
Now they mad at me
Don't want casualties, got the strap on me
I been in and out of fights, fuck your bitch like every night
And you know my diamonds white, call the homies, I don't fight
Yeah, I don't know
Call the homies, I don't fight, he might shoot you out of spite
Ayy, yeah
(Call the homies, I don't fight, he might shoot you out of spite)
First I pull up, then I kill my note
Now I got 'em waitin' on the flow
I remember stealin' from the store
Now these bitches tryna call my phone
Mama told me, "Boy, don't sell your soul"
I remember days when I was broke
I remember stealin' from the store
I do this for my motherfuckin' bros
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