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Pops used to tell me I was going to the league I was more focused on smoking all the weed I been seeing signs, I don't know what this could mean Cops at the door, and I hope it ain't for me Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit I should hit him up right now, look at me Gotta let go of your past, come to peace I'm a boss, I ain't never lose a bag for a treesh I was down bad in the streets I don't gang-bang, I don't think a flag is for me How you live life like a casket is cheap I ain't tryna lose what I have over beef You can call me pussy but you are what you eat OG had to try to give a lesson on some street shit Snakes in the grass, gotta watch who you be with Judas at the table, gotta watch out who you eat with I struggled in some dark times I just it in a bar, make a hard rhyme If the neighbors call 9-1-1 I know I'ma get locked. So don't make this shit hot Plug hit my phone, tryna make a quick drop Price too high, so I told him kick rocks Slide for the beef, if you see him-spin blocks Niggas die in the streets for the name of "Hip-Hop" I can't tell my kids that I quit That I gave up on myself like a bitch Need house in the hills, grill by the pit Independent nigga, I don't need a deal to get rich Put some money to the side, got racks on hold Still think about all the packs I sold Lil' lucky leprechaun, can't have my gold I can't wait to get back on the road Pops used to tell me I was going to the league I was more focused on smoking all the weed I been seeing signs, I don't know what this could mean Cops at the door, and I hope it ain't for me Football coach told me I ain't gonna be shit I should hit him up, look at me Gotta let go of your past, come to peace I'm a boss, I ain't never lose a bag for a treesh I was down bad in the streets I don't gang-bang, I don't think a flag is for me How you live life like a casket is cheap I ain't tryna lose what I have over beef You can call me pussy but you are what you eat OG had to try to give a lesson on some street shit Snakes in the grass gotta watch who you be with Judas at the table gotta watch out who you eat with
Writer(s): Anthony Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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