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Stribb On The Beat Ay Go 48Khz Ay We was really in it So I'm tryna get us out We was really spinnin' Bending blocks and getting out We was really winning But I didn't figure out We was really losing Then I felt like a loser In front my son can't be no fuckin loser Play ya cards, pay attention And I may can school ya I switch cars and fool ya You think I could go harder do ya I can hardly tutor Used to teach them how to be some shooters Now I teach em how to build up money And maneuver Really beat the streets, Hallelujah We didn't choose the streets Know the streets gotta choose ya Not tryna confuse you I know I'm different than usual Really I just thank the Lord They listening to my music I keep working I can't lose it Get that keyboard and abuse it Get my fee for it and do it He told and we knew it Coulda growed and he blew it Choppa say how you doing Now these niggas funny moving Funny actors Moving backwards Feeling like they soul captured Mind raptured At first she was saying black shirt But she already knew me And then I had looked on Instagram Fans fuckin blew me Niggas making jokes outta real shit Turn back to fans real quick Eat a real dick I was in the Prada store drinking On some chill shit Beverly Hills shit Then I caught a bitch that caught a bitch We was really in it So I'm tryna get us out We was really spinnin' Bending blocks and getting out We was really winning But I didn't figure out We was really losing Then I felt like a loser In front my son can't be no fuckin loser Play ya cards, pay attention And I may can school ya I switch cars and fool ya You think I could go harder do ya I can hardly tutor Used to teach them how to be some shooters