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Tell me what you're searching for, I know that you been hurt before
b*tch I ain't your boyfriend cah sh*t I really work the porch
At this rate I'll probably still be trapping when I'm thirty-four
He ain't deserve a day, what the f*ck they give him thirty for?
Dots under the bed, I kept the spinner by the staircase
Ask F, I don't give a F, I do it bare face
Work smarter not harder, I'm a turtle in a hare race
All them years in jail for a rare case
And another one, I couldn't catch a break
Yеah I should be on a date, with my shawty eating stеak
I'm at the servery with my plate
Can't complain about my ting cah my folks all got a plate
Pass that weed and that Rizla and we straight
Yeah I'm swinging round my shank, f*ck fists
Take the stairs, f*ck the lift
How the f*ck you wanna eat and you don't wanna take the risk?
All she wanted was a fix, all I wanted was a stick
I worked that strip for twenty days and all I did was look for kids
I mean shawty worked the line and she a ordinary b*tch
I met Duku when he broke, f*ck with me you getting rich
I tell my young boys, T stars
We on the M-way with two sticks so we had to convoy in three cars
I went jail for eight years, grabbing sticks, check the resume
I know cunch boys with three phones getting ten a day
Pulled up with notes and my flicky, left with hella flake
Told her that I loved her but she left me though anyways
My new ting TNT, all them three-on-threes
No T's, we used to fly 'em outta B&B's, me and B
Feds boomed the door and put my freedom on pause
And they like "Muni where you been?", I'm on the threes and the fours
And we the last of a dying breed and bro there ain't many
Can't complain bout it every day, I got it all in twenties
I'm cutting through the city with a mash in the car
I told folks "Let's get close, bro don't slap him from far"
G Powder on my trackie, I still wore it the next day
You don't see me with don, we link up just to press play
I stain and I trap and I stretch yay
Who got him? I dunno, it's a conspiracy, I guess that's the best way
I know rappers that cap and I know trappers that slap
And I can fly you out the country but you know there's a catch
And it's death row so once you sign up, b*tch you're trapped
And don't say "Free the guys" if you ain't buying 'em packs