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They don't even know, What a young nigga gotta go through to get To where he at. Uh, But I feel like I'm destined. I feel like I'ma be successful or somethin'. Uh. My name ringin' jail and I ain't even Been. I stayed in the system, hold up all My friends. Free my brother, they movin' him again. Too many fights, too many wins. I know I ain't perfect, I pay for my Sins. Sayin' my prayers, then I gas up the Benz. I don't want no problems, so come get Your mans. He think he want this problem, this Ain't what it is. I'm slidin' in traffic with No F&Ns. Condo relaxin', me and a ten. She tellin' me stories how she wanna live. It's matchin' up with everything that I got to Give. Might hit Miami, go crazy out lit. Pop the Rosé, I just wanna live. When I touch down, where the straps at? It's too much money on my fuckin' neck, uh. How you want respect? I demand it, easy. Hit a bad bitch from the back, got her Queefin'. Pockets got bad cholesterol, they cheesy. Sippin' on plenty Wockhardt, got me wheezin'. R. I. P. to all the young Niggas I knew. Gotta thank God death ain't hit my crew. It almost did a few times, I'm blessed. I guess I'm really here for the success. They guess a young nigga really up next. You know me, I don't need no ID. Fake niggas wanna link just to say we speak. Real niggas hold it down, you could say that's Me. In the city where they bang, I ain't Talkin' 'bout Keith. Them niggas comin' plenty smoke Like the vape pen free. Heard you mistreat your dogs, they be beggin' to Eat. They heard that money in your mattress, they Gon' put you to sleep. Allegations on his name, He ain't hangin' with me. You could keep the fake love, stay away from Me. We the cleanup crew, keep a maid with Me. Don't know about them other letters, keep a K with me. Only in it for the money, What's the fame for me? But I wouldn't mind Havin' Kim K. with me. Wouldn't mind fuckin' with a little Kendra. Might show her how a young nigga really do, Uh. How you want respect? I demand it, easy. Hit a bad bitch from the back, got her Queefin'. Pockets got bad cholesterol, they cheesy. Sippin' on plenty Wockhardt, got me wheezin'. R. I. P. to all the young Niggas I knew. Gotta thank God death ain't hit my crew. It almost did a few times, I'm blessed. I guess I'm really here for the success