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Rich Faye. Uh, outside I'm hearing niggas want me dead. I ain't scared, got it underneath the bed. Nobody knows. No bank, I got it all in A shoe box. Lace up my boots, tie a Tune up. I gotta it sold. Uh, I make it flip by the gram. Jake tryna put the cuffs on my hand, I Ain't tryna go. All I know, get rich or We gonna lose. I did it all out my momma's womb. My life ain't the same as niggas'. So I gotta share my pain with niggas. I did forever and a day in prison. Hit your man to pray with killers. Uh, I can't lie, they my favorite niggas. 'Cause I was raised on that concrete. Treat the trap house like it's en suite. Back-to-back beef, it's been a long week. I wasn't tryna take a right on the wrong Street. Yeah, I'm just tryna make it home. Same time a nigga tryna make it off a Phone. Get the work and take it to the Roads. Standing on the curb 'til it's cold, And it's hurting in my toes. And to make it worse, it's going slow. I swear this the realest shit I never wrote. See my darg bust a case he never smoke. My other darg got a 30, go and get The rope. I was deep in them streets, Don't know how I cope. Yeah. Outside I'm hearing niggas want me dead. I ain't scared, got it underneath the bed. Nobody knows. No bank, I got it all in A shoe box. Lace up my boots, tie a Tune up. I gotta it sold. Uh, I make it flip by the gram. Jake tryna put the cuffs on my hand, I Ain't tryna go. All I know, get rich or We gonna lose. I did it all out my momma's womb. Yeah, it's behind that door G. Big magazine, no Forbes G. These fake niggas rapping my story. Trapping, I'm an expert. Hood on my back, not a sweatshirt. Never did I come up off my friends' dirt. Never. Sellings on sellings. Can't be on my block 'til like 2022. Put a step into stepping. Niggas gotta respect us. They do. I was still in when them Odds Was odds was against against us, ain't us. Ain't Nothing they nothing can they tell can us tell Us. Brown Brown seats, seats interior interior look Like look like-cereals But this life's all Temporary, it's just materials It feels good Spending thousands on the denim When your pops ain't Present and your mom a single parent Wish I Knew the roads were fake before I got here Wish I never wasted time on them block stairs Wish I never learned how to shop food Wish I took the straight path and been a good Youth Outside, I'm hearing niggas want me dead I Ain't scared, got it underneath the bed Nobody Knows, no bank, I got it all in a Shoe box Lace up my boots, tie two knots Ah, make it slip by the gram Jakes tryna Put the cuffs on my hand, I ain't tryna Go All I know get rich or we gon' Live I do it all like my momma said