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Squash it only, double m, yeah

Rolling down 495 windows tinted,
I've been feeling like the man for a minute
Fuck boy I gotta get it
Giving up it's so strict yeah
Strictly dividends yep we prolly taking balls
What we politicking
Boy what we polly tickets
They ask how I'm feeling
I'm not okay but it's okay, I lie to cover the truth
Truthfully I've been hurting since they killed Poof
What could possibly do?
Go shoot, mixing Henny with my juice 'cause I can't sleep sober
Mama told me things will change once I got older
The world got colder, lost a couple soldiers
Realest friends turned fake, lord what's my fate?
??? the lord, pray with my disciples
Loyalty always handed accordingly
Friends be calling me Phill, let the feds steady be recording me
Paranoia kicking in, can't judge a soul
Tell my girl I love her but I'm steady fucking them hoes
Go never was a go, told Shawty let's go,
No time caress securities
Won't pass security, smelling like dike
That was swell bright, me and Blake coming in class light
I was on the run from the state
Collect calls from the pens I got it in with this pen 1017 give me my first spin
And now I whip up boy it will crack for you and your friends

(x3)
Go ahead take a nigga
Take a hit, take a hit
Take a hit nigga
Take a hit

Wrong or right, I give you my life
When I write only god can judge
For the relevant niggas always got an opinion
You hate 'cause you broke and you broke ‘cause you hate
Word to Dion Tate
The lie couldn't be realer
Chasing skriller with my niggas sipping liquor
Please pray for my liver
We ain't promised them all
So I'm drinking till I see the bottom of the bottle homie pour up
Haters wishing that I slow up
I ain't little pop no more motherfucker I grown up
Have a show in your city bitch your hoe show up
How can you front upon how I'm living
I'm just spitting tryina change my living condition
They say my rap too complex
That will get me articles and complex
Cope moms in condo in a private complex by the water
Fuck welfare nigga raise your daughters
We learned from the streets what our pop should have taught us
I ain't mad of that nigga, but it's still fuck that nigga
I was 16 when I set it in my first round the first rhyme
21 and never served time for a crime
White America let go really?
Even though I'm a good kid
I bet them pigs will still kill me
They be like get off that, you waiting for a label to call back
We off that, we grind independent
Only real niggas from the beginning gonna see your vision
If I rap it then I live it
I ain't gotta form by my white girl do
In the hedges I be whippin
I be whippin, I be whippin, and her daddy a politician
And his daughter fucking a vet now ahead nigga
From the ghetto, but for my g's push rock we was

(x3)
Go ahead take a nigga
Take a hit, take a hit
Take a hit nigga
Take a hit

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