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Was it all worth it? They ain't here to Say. Granny see what's going on, all she do Is pray. Granny call my phone, say I'm in Her prayers. Yeah. Forty on my hip, ain't tryna Meet the maker. Chopper in the closet, Hope she don't see it. And if she do See it, will it be my reason? Made a couple enemies, and they know the house. Yeah. I get home, take a shower, then I'm On the couch. I take a nap, tryna relieve My stress. My stress. Count up my money, now it's time to get Dressed. to dressed. We outside, know the thugs Always hanging. Always hanging. Chase a nigga off his street, name ringing. Yeah. Glock hanging out the window, Cobainin'. Glock hanging out the window, Cobainin'. Yeah. I'm probably trapping with your bitch, I'm not Slanging. Uh-uh. I get money, I don't care, I'm not famous. Uh-uh. We in traffic and we see that y'all hanging. Oh yeah. But I can't speak on that shit, I'm tryna make it. I won't tell on myself, But I'll tell the truth. Uh. I'm tryna get it out the booth, coupe bulletproof. Yeah. I just spent a nigga note on some Tennis shoes. Facts. You know you dealing with the Real, not the lame crew. Facts. Only rocking with my brothers, yeah, the same Two. Same. No, they not blood, but they came Through. My niggas. I had bad dreams, and they Came true. I hope my good dreams do the Same too, yeah. Thugging in the streets, Tryna make a way. A lotta niggas die young, they ain't here today. Was it all worth it? They ain't here to Say. Granny see what's going on, all she do Is pray. I only shed tears for the real Niggas. Seen fake niggas kill real niggas. That body don't mean nothing, it's outta jealousy. Outta jealousy. Pace speak on that shit, my mind Telling me, yeah. Don't trust nobody, I'm talking Nobody. I keep my ear to the streets like My phone by it. That bitch fucking, but she Swear that she a homebody. She probably fuck one of my opps, I don't Know, probably. I be fucking opp hoes and I Know they salty. Off the Kush and orange juice, Mix it with the coffee. I seen a nigga head split, oh, they finally Offed him. I be tipping through the traffic and I do it often. Yeah, I know you see me. Yeah, I know you wanna be me, nigga. Uh, Young Pace. Yeah, yeah. Show me all the love. Thugging in the streets, tryna make a way. A lotta niggas die young, they ain't here today. Was it all worth it? They ain't here to Say. Granny see what's going on, all she do Is pray. I only shed tears for the real Niggas. Seen fake niggas kill real niggas. That body don't mean nothing, it's outta jealousy. Outta jealousy. Pace speak on that shit, my mind Telling me, yeah.