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Damn chef, you made this?' There ain't no nigga on this earth that I fear Getting to the bag, tryna make sure it's secure Friends turn to strangers when this friendship getting weird Niggas always want favors, I was down you wasn't there Riding with that thing, pussy nigga don't you dare Paranoia on my brain cause my niggas isn't here Got my bag up, niggas started to appear Take a look inside my eyes you can tell that IDC Grew up in a crack spot all because my dads fault Now I came up feel like I just hit the jackpot Foreign switch lanes with a .30 in my stash box Niggas touch my chain ima leave them on thе asphalt I ain't playin games bitch I do this shit for real How I'm indepеndent living like I got a deal Got my baby boy living comfy on a hill But if a nigga wanna try me im still quick to do a drill I can't tell the difference when these niggas start to act funny Shit was all good way before i made some rap money Never thought you would, niggas really turn they backs on me Throwing up my hood like a nigga with a back to me There ain't no nigga on this earth that I fear Getting to the bag, tryna make sure it's secure Friends turn to strangers when this friendship getting weird Niggas always want favors, I was down you wasn't there Riding with that thing, pussy nigga don't you dare Paranoia on my brain cause my niggas isn't here Got my bag up, niggas started to appear Take a look inside my eyes you can tell that IDC They be taking pics with them sticcs but don't shoot niggas Only tell the truth everytime im in the booth nigga Check his background everytime that we recruit niggas Opps cliquing up got me laughing like 'that's cute nigga' I ain't tryna brag but them niggas can't get rid of us All that tough act really, pussy you a clitoris If I didn't rap, pull the strap, make you give it up You ain't got no bag, only check you got was stimulus Running to the money in these diors I go faster I just want some peace, something that I'm tryna master Part time rapper Part time trapper My young nigga got a ghost gonna turn you into Casper There ain't no nigga on this earth that I fear Getting to the bag, tryna make sure it's secure Friends turn to strangers when this friendship getting weird Niggas always want favors, I was down you wasn't there Riding with that thing, pussy nigga don't you dare Paranoia on my brain cause my niggas isn't here Got my bag up, niggas started to appear Take a look inside my eyes you can tell that IDC
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, James Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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