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Yo 40 million stories choose one If you still in need of more to believe then that's your problem Trynna judge based on outcomes they matter none When the next day all that you worked for can come undone In the matter of a microsecond Learned some tough lessons I got sense at an small age learned how to smell micro aggressions Oh you not happy to see me here well then You gonna have to learn to deal with it or get to the steppin I mean Harlem's what I'm reppin, not where I'm from it's where I'm living Mr. Patton taught me it's not about where you from but where you pay rent That goes for many reasons Could see how they deceiving Believe in what you believe in Just know if you look like me They might be on your ass this evening And we don't want that Them scars run deep and you ain't trained for no clap back Just for that blap blap And a black man in a black bag By a white sheet with a dunce cap The softest of sheets could be the illest Don't know what it could be filled with, the kids or the killers Either way it's deadly I made it this far hope I make it to 70 If I don't make it that far hope wherever I go just accepts me Always been more of this feels right than the type to get lucky like lefty You ain't been the cause in a minute Better get you some of that you can call yours when it's finished At times my attitude upsets me The weight of getting a bag can get hefty And getting an even bigger one gets heavy (We rather be on a private isles) We rather be on a private isles, doing donuts on jet skis, you get me Intuition been efficient Production is way more consistent I'ma get it in this instant Can't take for granted existing Want us hanging like a pendant When you black that be your sentence And I ain't into these fake ass friendships with the people that envy Aww, aww we the sauce, we the sauce, we the faucet, we the boss, we the truth Trae would say the same too We got the juice, the drip, the bag, the cool that swag That shit you wish you had See you praying for the time that I take my last That hate so played out Might as well lay it down I've been impressed with your progress you taking over the whole town And that could be good or bad just depending on where you at But still gotta make a decision on where you really stand, you know You ain't been the cause in a minute Better get you some of that you can call yours when it's finished
Writer(s): Zachary Graves Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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