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I know a lot of haters, wanna see me gone |
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But I think, you better move on |
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If you wanna plex, then let's get it on |
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But I think, you better move on [Trae] |
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Now that I'm grinding, |
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I know a lot of hatas wanna see me gone |
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But I know they need to be moving on, somebody done told em wrong |
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About this |
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Dirty 3rd block bleeder, who on the block full time |
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And now he got out of lock down, from coming out of hard times |
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A hundred percent with raw rhymes, never ever will |
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I let them fade me |
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You better come with another raw plan, cause grinding in my blood baby |
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And it ain't no switching up the game, either way |
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I'm gon get mine |
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Somebody, better get up out the throne |
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Cause that seat right there, finna be mine |
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I'm coming for the crown, so y'all better lay it down |
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I've been here from the jump, and when y'all leave |
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I'ma still be around |
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Y'all ain't messing with |
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Trae, I'm too hard to play with you cats |
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Coming at me sideways, |
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I will run back and lean on you cats |
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You don't wanna take it to that other place, in these streets |
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I'm forever safe |
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It's my turn so you better wait, all you niggaz get up out my space ' |
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Fore I get to tripping, |
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I don't trust none of you haters |
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And fuck a friend |
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I throw the deuce, ain't no seeing you later [Hook x2: Charlie Berry] [Trae] |
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I know the key to the city make it |
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And knowing you could never take it |
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Better get out the way, when |
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Trae come out |
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And get a hell of a |
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Guerilla, under-rated |
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Never operated, now |
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I'm coming with it |
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When I spit, you know ain't no fucking with it |
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If you want it, |
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I'm telling you come and get it |
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Everytime |
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I come out, you fin to feel it |
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Ain't no way, that |
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I'm fin to give up what |
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I got It's been a long time, to get on top |
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Knowing my pain, it's never gon stop |
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It really don't matter, because it got me hot |
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And that's how |
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I take it, my foot on the gas full speed |
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Myself is all |
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I need, I gotta provide to feed my seed |
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And if you think of stopping that |
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I'm letting you know, |
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I ain't having that |
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I'm running right through you, to leave you flat |
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I gotta get paid, and that be that |
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Cause I'm a gladiator, renegator out the gutter |
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And living it, made me tougher |
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Hard times, done made me rougher |
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I guess that's what it is, that turned me out to be a man |
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I guess my hustle had me, keeping cash off in my hand |
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My older brother showed me, how to be everything that |
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I am And now |
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I'm grinding everyday, |
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I gotta ride for the fam [Hook x2: Charlie Berry] [Trae] |
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It's on the real, these niggaz don't want no drama with |
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Trae They wanna bump in they place, so |
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I stepped up in the game |
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Now they running away, if they wanted to see me |
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They wouldn't stop till they find me, |
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I can handle my bidness |
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One on one, and now |
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I'm leaving not one of my niggaz behind me |
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Cause I can hold my own, the belt |
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I'm fin to be taking home |
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Undisputed and known, to make a nigga wanna going on |
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And find another occupation, the rap game ain't for fake |
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A few of the real niggaz still free, that don't give a damn about your hate [Charlie Berry] |
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Everyday seems like they try |
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To stop my grind, everyday they sit and pray |
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Everyday, go away [x2] [Hook x2: Charlie Berry] [Charlie Berry singing] |