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They all expected me to just fail. Now they tuckin' they tail. Ask FIFA, see they're dead or in jail. But what's dead or in jail when you got Sins that could send you to hell? Who really knows when it's alright to kill? I've been stuck in the field like Tom Brady. Could never say never that I'd never play again. I peep the air dress out the Cartier lens. Sippin' dirty Sprite got me high as wax pens. They do it for acceptance and I do this 'cause it's me. Four-fifty on my wrist, I had To watch so you gon' see. A hundred K ain't nothing, but my life never Came easy. I made it out that struggle, they Gon' feel when I'm on TV. When I'm on top, I know I got 'em Sick that my mixtape ain't flop. They pulled me off the playlist, look what Peso Did without it. And they ain't take me off 'cause my shit ain't hot. They took me off because I wouldn't let 'em Eat out my pocket. Million dollar spots, know I got nigga shit. That nigga signed to Atlantic, but he ain't living Like this. They know they can't beat me, I ain't calling it quits. They couldn't walk in my shoes or jog in My fits. Check my DM, I'll show you what Some real followers is. I motivated my fans to try to conquer they Fears. Gave my life to the streets and I Did that for years. I gave my life to My circle, man, I'm standing right here. They all expected me to just fail. Now they tuckin' they tail. Ask FIFA, see they're dead or in jail. But what's dead or in jail when you got Sins that could send you to hell? Who really knows when it's alright to kill? I've been stuck in the field like Tom Brady. Could never say never that I'd never play again. I peep the air dress out the Cartier lens. Sippin' dirty Sprite, higher than I ever been. And some days I wanna feel like I'm normal. I know them bitches only fuck me 'cause I Ball like a Hornet. Living life being famous, Are you sure that you want it? I know my family, they need me better than Being wanted. I swear I see the fake love coming from A mile away. If I wasn't me, you wouldn't Care if I ain't eat today. Even on the Lord's day, I gotta keep my Heat today. I'm paying with my life if I Ain't got it, found a cheaper way. That shit ain't nothing but a little bitty strap Case. Catch me at the steakhouse, Wagyu and fat Face. Million dollar cash race, can't come in last Place. My name up in they mouth, I bet I leave 'em with a bad taste. I had my fair share of the streets, I Know my portion way too big. Wanna buy my mom a Porsche, she said that Lamb' shit way too big. I knew the streets Was real when I had to get rid of My cig. I knew my life was promising, I made it out that shit, no cap. They all expected me to just fail. Now they tuckin' they tail. Ask FIFA, see they're dead or in jail. But what's dead or in jail when you got Sins that could send you to hell? Who really knows when it's alright to kill? I've been stuck in the field like Tom Brady. Could never say never that I'd never play again. I peep the air dress out the Cartier lens. Sippin' dirty Sprite, higher than I ever been.