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They got me out my element. Yeah, Nigga, Uh, uh. We just fucking off 'til the money come, yeah, Uh. Bottle service bitches only flirting 'til that tip Come. Expensive piece on my left wrist make me Think about the times all I wanted was a Michael Kors, a.45 and a bad bitch. I been losing faith in these streets. All my niggas in the streets, all the haters In the streets, all these bitches for the street, Yeah, and I been caught in in-between, Yeah, uh. Velo City on my shirt cost 'bout Four hundred. It's not from Bompton, but that Motherfucker like four hundred. In my city riding strapped up, but I really Wanna be feet kicked up like Joe Budden, Nigga. And these streets keep calling, My intention is success. I'm confused on what to do, but I just Know not to go back. And I'm stuck between My future and I'm harping on my past. It's hard to move forward when you keep on Looking back. All the short-term love for them Niggas acting fools. Same time you play the rules, you gotta break The rules. I'm on my cool nigga shit, Bitch, from here on out like Larry June. We outside until we headed home. My interior on the... 'bout a Pinto brown. When I speak, quiet shut like a window sound. We like three stories up, don't need no windows Down in this motherfucker. Tryna curate thoughts, touch big boy racks. Something parked outside that cost at least six Jags On a cheap day. All that dry snitching got me thinking it's police Paid. Narrate my life waiting on release dates. Roll the gas like the blunt, do this shit 'til it's cremated. I paid the cost to be The biggest, I can smell it, they counterfeiter. Cut you off and say, "Good riddance," I ain't Pick a side, you mixed with, nigga. Uh, you better keep your distance. I ain't lost a couple summers, but I lost My nigga. Everybody out my life the type that Still smoke Swishers. You only fucking with yourself Because you can't fuck with him. Nigga, you can't see through bullshit, you must got Fucked up vision, Nigga. Yeah, we throw parties in the Hills just to Hit y'all bitches, nigga. Facts, we having fun with this shit because it Don't come with us, Nigga. Yeah, Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
AFN Peso — Parties in the Hills
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