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Damn, Cali, yeah boy. Yeah. Yeah. Always wondered if I kept it too real, Would they judge me for it? Or would they love me for it? But then again, I really don't give no fuck, Like, yeah, look. Look me in my eyes, what you see is A savage. Tryna live my best life, but I Tote automatics. You be hatin' on the kid, Dead homies, it's tragic. Bitches wanna see me fall when I treated 'em Average. It's groundbreaking, pull the chopper out, The ground shaking. He was talkin' to the pigs, I just call it foul playin'. If I know one thing, I'm certain that moms Love me. I'm sorry if I ever made you Look at me different. You tried to put me In position, but I didn't listen. 'Cause I was hangin' with them airheads, the wig Splitters. You tell me put the lean down, but I keep sippin'. Never told me stop stuntin', So I'm still drippin'. As far as pops go, Thank him for everything. It finally felt official when you gave moms a Wedding ring. I know nobody's perfect, but still a Good example. How to stand on your own and Never run from no battles. Even at times that I knew we was strugglin'. It gave me confidence still seein' y'all hustlin'. And only fuck with fam, never fuckin' with these Suckers. Always bein' there for me and let the Team know you love us. You my real pops, The other nigga a deadbeat. I stay away from that like soda and red Meat. I came from the gutter, a solid motherfucker. Any nigga talkin' down, say it clear and don't Stutter. Uh, back to the streets, Can't go back to the streets. Hit swerve, Gotti line when I'm ever in some Beef. Turn that lil' beef into a full plate Of quiche. Red Kool-Aid how these pussy niggas Sweet. Back to the streets, I was really in The streets. Yeah, it's all fun and games 'til You on that level three. Grind or go broke Is what I really notice. Stayin' down for the count and never lose focus. Understand, I put us in position for the fam. Could never take the stand, how they did my Brother, man. I'm in lucky strike with it how I'm out the gutter, man. Even when I got licked, I was never sucker, Man. Watched Baby Boy at seven and I understood. Guns or butter, one of them gon' lead you Out the hood. I had the plug on the Drank and it's a fuckin' flood. 'Til I start sippin' drank, now this my blood. Couldn't give 'em one time, not a single fuck. Disrespectin' ain't for nothin', now you outta luck. We at Winn, get it in, I'm finna bust A nut. For a techie and my soul, the Nigga sippin' Cut. Uh, Show you how to stunt. Fourth and ten, I'll Show you how I never punt. Smokin' killer to the face, I don't fuck with Blunts. OG up in this Ruckus, I don't fuck With runts. But it's back to the streets, I Was really in the streets. Hit swerve, Gotti line when I'm ever in some Beef. Turn that lil' beef into a full plate Of quiche. Red Kool-Aid how these pussy niggas Sweet. Back to the streets, can't go back to The streets. Yeah, it's all fun and games 'til You on that level three. Grind or go broke Is what I really notice. Stayin' down for the count and never lose focus, Uh.