(Wait, that's Ray)
(Ayo, ShekThisYours)
They go big, then I go giant (Mm-hmm)
I ain't have shit, but the boy got rich, told mama, "No more cryin" (On God)
Don't give a fuck how this shit turn out, I know my hood behind me (My hood)
The rap don't work, then I'm back in the trap, lil' nigga, that's where they found me (Yes)
I fucked the bitch first night, lil' nigga, don't do no wine and dinin' (Nah)
I send a blitz like defense linemen (On God)
Maybach lay back, my feet reclinin' (Yes)
Sippin' on lean, the seat massagin' (Fah)
So many racks, I need a dolly
House full of hoes, shit look like fighters (Yes)
All of 'em got brain, ain't go to no college (No)
My dog got rich off white, no Miley Cyrus
Young nigga's lit, we shinin' (Yeah)
Young nigga, young nigga lit, he shinin', yeah (Yeah, shinin')
Young nigga, keep on grindin' (Yeah), gon' take off with perfect timin' (Take off)
Backend came, all hundreds, I went and spent that shit on diamonds (Let's go)
My bitch so bad and that pussy got so much water, I just go divin' (Come here)
He tried this shit, didn't die, that boy must had God on his side (Swear)
When shit get real for real, I bet my niggas won't switch up sides (Gang)
Lost so many real niggas in this field, some nights I bust out cryin' (Fuck)
If you ain't seen no pain before, just look inside my eyes
If you not real, don't come around me, I told God to show me signs
Got shot and bounced right back, lil' nigga, I guess it wasn't my time
Free Tre and free lil' Mel, that fuck nigga damn near dropped a dime (They pussy)
They killed lil' Domo from my door, that shit there still be on my mind (The fuck)
They go big, then I go giant (Mm-hmm)
I ain't have shit, but the boy got rich, told mama, "No more cryin" (On God)
Don't give a fuck how this shit turn out, I know my hood behind me (My hood)
The rap don't work, then I'm back in the trap, lil' nigga, that's where they found me (Yes)
I fucked the bitch first night, lil' nigga, don't do no wine and dinin' (Nah)
I send a blitz like defense linemen (On God)
Maybach lay back, my feet reclinin' (Yes)
Sippin' on lean, the seat massagin' (Fah)
So many racks, I need a dolly
House full of hoes, shit look like fighters (Yes)
All of 'em got brain, ain't go to no college (No)
My dog got rich off white, no Miley Cyrus
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