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Keep it 100 wit me
Can’t afford 50/50
We thought he ran the city
You on the way to money
You going 150
We counting 100s, 50s
My niggas getting jiggy
My niggas getting grimy
These niggas getting grimy
These niggas taking lives
These niggas shoot and fire
We gotta aim higher
These pigs tryna tame lions
We don’t trust outsiders
In the summer we count bodies
Umma smoke away all my problems
Feel good, don’t know
Won’t know, smoke more
Get gone, go home
High text, Yo phone
Feel good, don’t know
Won’t know, smoke more
Get gone, go home
High text, Yo phone
Umma run the city
You ain’t fwm
Yo bish fwm
Tell you she didn’t
Umma run the city
You ain’t fwm
Yo bish fwm
Tell you she didn’t
We used to link at the days in
She only know me from days in
I had to work, put some days in
Jumped off the porch
Never stayed in
I expected you to cave in
Stopped serving tables
Fuck waiting
2018 was the Matrix
Late winter nights
We wasted
What happens in the basement
Stays in
Thank God
He forgave sin
I had to bury my best friend
I may never feel content again
My pain on 10
My brain on 10
My game on 10
My aim on 10
Maybe they not on
What I’m on
Maybe the can’t go
Where I’m going
Maybe I was meant to outgrow em
Maybe I’ll reap what I’m sewing
Maybe I’ll get it, I’ll throw it
Maybe I’ll get it, I’ll show it
Maybe I’m already knowing
They shook and its showing
The salt shaker snowing
Ultralight beams still glowing
We was in the party elbowing
Nuck if You Buck get going
Feel good, don’t know
Won’t know, smoke more
Get gone, go home
High text, Yo phone
Feel good, don’t know
Won’t know, smoke more
Get gone, go home
High text, Yo phone
Umma run the city
You ain’t fwm
Yo bish fwm
Tell you she didn’t
Umma run the city
You ain’t fwm
Yo bish fwm
Tell you she didn’t
Nigga