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[Intro]
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
My day one brother said I changed when I got some money
f*ck you, want me to do, stay in the hood, you must be a dummy
All a sudden b*tches jack my bop, 'member when they dubbed me
'Cause they see these diamonds and these chains and they see some money
Speedin' right down Collins in a Range and my wrist so sunny
Havin' Lamborghini dreams
f*ck ya b*tch and leave the scene
I must be so f*ckin' lit the way they makin' all these memes
But I been gifted since a toddler, I just get up on my knees and I pray

[Verse 1]
Thank God everyday
That they keep these sucka stupid n*ggas out my way
All my n*ggas slimey, we might split a n*gga face
Get 'em smoked just like a vape
I pray Zay beat that case
And that Prada be my Lace
PTSD, might pour a four for all these demons
Christmas Eve, I couldn't see him 'cause he was leavin'
Before he left, he left a phone, he said "Call if I need 'em"
Before you know it, the whole world, they was screamin' "Free 'em"
[Pre-Chorus]
He told me, "Leave the violence"
Once three got killed, couldn't leave without it
And I don't mean to be so mean, I just need some silence
I don't wanna talk lil' n*gga we gon' beef about it
Too much jealousy, n*ggas envy like I'm Calboy
Praying for my city it make me mad, it's too much sad stories
Whoopty with me, they gotta free Trigga, he a wild boy
Gotta do it now, ow, ow, ow, ow

[Chorus]
My day one brother said I changed when I got some money
f*ck you, want me to do, stay in the hood, you must be a dummy
All a sudden b*tches jack my bop, 'member when they dubbed me
'Cause they see these diamonds and these chains and they see some money
Speedin' right down Collins in a Range and my wrist so sunny
Havin' Lamborghini dreams
f*ck ya b*tch and leave the scene
I must be so f*ckin' lit the way they makin' all these memes
But I been gifted since a toddler, I just get up on my knees and I pray

[Outro]
He told me, "Leave the violence"
Once three got killed couldn't leave without it
And I don't mean to be so mean I just need some silence
I don't wanna talk lil' n*gga we gon' beef about it
Too much jealousy n*ggas envy like I'm Calboy
Praying for my city it make me mad it's too much sad stories
Whoopty with me, they gotta free Trigga, he a wild boy
Gotta do it now, ww, ow, ow, ow