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You play too much. Uh, I be in the field. These niggas ain't real like a three dollar bill. Rollin' up this Opp pack, my lungs might fail. Pressin' all these pills, fentanyl in the mail. We got them Fendi's with the skull. How you tryna beef with no dough? These niggas be a joke. When I hopped out, that red dot was on His loaf. But I ain't trippin' off that shit, I'm gettin' money off these flows. Sometimes dreamin' 'bout killin', pushin' free Will. Hop on inside, I hit note, let me know I'm on the mission. Like how you say you Love me, but you actin' kind of different? These thoughts up in my head, it got me Feelin' like I'm missin'. Streets took control, but I ain't let it get My interest. livin' by different codes, you love it When we alone. I let you do your thing, But I ain't gon' let you lead me on. All the missed texts, all the missed calls on My phone. Streets ain't the same, 'member I was Livin' raw. JPay, screen dots, can't miss collect Calls. I see niggas actin' fraud, stand way and I'ma ball. I told her, "Look where we are, Girl, you fuckin' with a star." Don't trust too many new people, girl, my feelings Real hard. Don't front who you are, girl, I'll roll every pawn. I seen so much money, I just had to be important. I told her look up, she see the stars In the foreign. Pour me a four with the Fuego. I miss my dawg, won't let the pain go. I made it on my own, I let my Chain show. Let him run up and race and He get his brains blown. Evil thoughts up in my brain, prayin' that a Nigga change. Homies just like homies, had to pick My own lane. I steady have you cryin' and I know you hate the rain. And I got Your legs shakin' when we doin' nasty things. Don't worry 'bout your ex, you know that's the Wrong move. See the pain up in your eyes, You lookin' so confused. Keep your eyes open on the prize and you Can't lose. Fuck with me, baby, I know you Want me, you can choose. Let's have more sex, Let me know what's next. Got your body drippin' sweat, her foreign keepin' Stretch. These streets real foul, so you know I Keep a TEC. I'm married to this money, nothing More, nothing less. Pour me a four with the Fuego. I miss my dawg, won't let the pain go. I made it on my own, I let my Chain show. Let him run up and race and He get his brains blown. Evil thoughts up in My brain, prayin' that a nigga change. Homies just like homies, had to pick my own Lane. I steady have you cryin' and I know You hate the rain. And I got your legs Shakin' when we doin' nasty things, Uh. Doin' nasty Things.