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How much I love You baby. need you baby. How much you baby. Ooh. Uh. Yeah. I live the way I do because I Could've got life. I got a noose 'round my Neck and it come with 99. I'm the real meaning of really outside. That's a RIP to Gang, then it's free the Guys. Can't walk around and slide, where I'm from You won't survive. So if you don't wanna die, I can teach you how to ride. Throw your hoodie on, mask up to the eyes. Spin that block twice and hop out like, "Surprise". Put niggas down, it's a tactical drive-by. We gon' burn the evidence before it hit the Timeline. Any time you get the drop, you gotta Give it to them niggas. Check my Instagram, I got pictures with them killers. If you know, you know, and if you don't, Mind your business. I rap, they rap, but I'm Telling you I'm different. The difference is I rap facts and they rap Fiction. My fingers press triggers and their fingers Press Twitters. They hate the way I talk about Hammers 'cause they ain't had one. I was broke with nothing to my name but A handgun. Had to hit a lick, so I Planned one. Can't name a nigga that I ran From that I ain't get back on. In the streets fighting, this ain't Capcom. No, this ain't no game, this ain't no movie. Pyrex bubble like jacuzzis. Gotta get anything for my ummi. Been a while since I put my phones in The wool kufi. I've been missing my salah. Brain full of pictures of my past. Feel like Wayne when he made "Miss My Dolls". Face in my palm, ain't no questioning Allah. 'Cause some days you gon' eat, some nights you Gon' starve. Hard times never last, but they make You who you are. And I'm hard bodied. Packed 9 stole my heart from me. I got a style that they can't copy. And that cloth that I'm cut from, you can't Cop it. It's sold Down, out. Ah Uh, Tell tell me me what what you You know know about about 15B Fifteen being in In the the trap trap yard, yard, it's it's Smoked smoked out out Gotta get your bankroll before You dip and roll out Russ just scored a Twelve, he got six to hold down Bro had A end call, told him put that phone down They bugging cars too, better keep a closed mouth, Ah 'Cause they watching and they plotting Little nigga Wanna be a driller, now he in a coffin They just say his name in songs, never get It popping Everybody wanna bust down in a foreign A lot of niggas got bust downs and they Can't afford 'em A lot of niggas got foreign Cars and they living poorly You was flexing in The 'Rann and should've bought some Jordans You Wanna do it for the snap and do it For them shorties 'Til you're on the landing, They don't pick up when you're calling That'll never Be my portion, who these hoes following? Not me, bitch, not about me sweet, bitch How You let him fuck because took you out to Eat, bitch? You ain't bad, you's a cheap bitch What's two bills on a night when you make Racks off of each flip? Do the maths, tell them bloods, "Mind who they At" 'Cause I ain't one of them And I Ain't just talking all this rap, I'm really from The ends And if you ever caught me lacking, Should've done it then That chance won't come again I can see that money coming in And I Can see that money coming in, doubling I see My pockets getting fat, they're getting double chins Had to cut these hoes off and get another Ting 'Cause I be flexing on my exes, yeah, I rub it in And you's a fool if You believe that I ain't gonna win Tiny Boost, Who gon' do it if it wasn't him? Ah Answer to that is nobody, ah
Tiny Boost — Nobody
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