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Lyrics:
i’ve been raised in the dirtiest fields
now my minds all fucked got devilish thoughts still pray that i heal
i ain’t proud of the life that i live got pain in my chest cah this shit gets real
eyes on the prize don’t say that you’ve got me no
you ate while i was craving a meal
this bad little barbie she cray like carti
i can’t move halfy she got no chill
my tunes in the party they saying i’m artsy
i’m spitting my pain then slap it in drill,
and last time man caught me a paigon i dust man down tryna see blood spill
i can’t pick not pocket like Fagin
true say it’s blatant i’ll stack me a mill
Chorus:
i’ve switched tryna chase thes O’s
in the T i can’t change my clothes
so why would i ever look back
all i knew was stack and escape these roads
NDO i be screaming money movements
i ain’t chasing hoes
I’ve got PTS to the D i’m asking if my man a friend or foe
i still walk looking over my shoulder jump in a rover or stick with a pole
i’ve grown up from a Jit mans older
told her it’s over i’m chasing dough
reminisce on the path i was paving
i could’ve got shaven this ain’t no joke
but the lord still got man , no i ain’t going out with a poke.
All these n***as wanna talk bout war
you ain’t seen no waps
you talk upon snap get sent to the store
i’m like Miz Decamp and explore
we riding in twos or riding in fours
then we out ain’t leaving no clues
you glide on my bro i’m riding in yours
this gyal keep calling man Boo she loving my crew she screaming oh lord
true say this ain’t nothing new i’m grading in stu for P i need more
me and gang we sticking like glue i buck man an opp i’m leaving him sore
now my hands all fucked gotta keep it tucked charge that to the core
Hood past twelve when i see blue lights
no no i can’t land in the wok
did that for the block tryna see new life
(sorry darling you ain’t staying the night)
gotta brush that hoe cah the ting to bright
but the back come fat let me see that whine
tap that two times then swing it to slime
this pack to fat N***a pass that light
bro bro said show me the angle i’m tryna make P’s and fly out the bits
graft and build me a family i can’t move slow cah the clock still ticks
i’ve been stabbed in the heart all numerous times fuck i ain’t chasing chicks
i’ve been left in the cold all numerous times late peddal biking blitz
These man could talk bout pressure
i’ve got bros at the table said they ain’t eaten
now it’s pepper
move smart I’m a diligent stepper
dumb little youts wanna ride for the leisure
bad little bitch still suck for the pleasure
can’t lose focus i’ve got me a treasure
Chorus:
i’ve switched tryna chase thes O’s
in the T i can’t change my clothes
so why would i ever look back
all i knew was stack and escape these roads
NDO i be screaming money movements
i ain’t chasing hoes
I’ve got PTS to the D i’m asking if my man a friend or foe
i still walk looking over my shoulder jump in a rover or stick with a pole
i’ve grown up from a Jit mans older
told her it’s over i’m chasing dough
reminisce on the path i was paving
i could’ve got shaven this ain’t no joke
but the lord still got man , no i ain’t going out with a poke.