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imma jog tho
i ain’t even gon’ run
(dominic did it)
(imma jog)
imma jog, cuase i ain’t gon’ chase you (okay)
i ain’t gon chase you okay

(?? you done did this sh_t again)

i used to get my ass whooped
for takin too many steps backwards, like _
young blood active
guess what the lawyer told the pastor
it’s gon’ take way more than satisfaction

i’m in class with this tooly on me
cuase after school
n_ggas waitin by the exit for me
i gotta shoot, then imma shoot
imma let the 40
flip em upside down
like we flippin quarters
i call it get like me

watch you know about it _
waking up next to the (neck?) (‘scuse me)
on the bus passin through the sеt (n_gga)
chains up on my hip
chained up to the neck (‘scusе me)
tryna tell a b_tch to hurry up and book her next figure
you ain’t wanna f_ck me back then
you wanna f_ck me now!
hoping that a n_gga drown _
when you throw me that p_ssy now
(bang a n_gga?) shut it down
i was taught to get it like
305 in my city
bangin (drake?) when i was thuggin like
if i had a house up in the hills _ still ain’t livin’ right
all because i used to kick them type of doors in at night

used to work the stove
whip the dope until i get it right
feelin like it’s meant to be
i ain’t ask for this type of life

it started in the (bail tank?)
me and (dusty roo?) from the west
it was quiet
so i started making beats with my chest
after that _ i hit the set and turned the hood up
i’m the life of my section on the hood huh?

whoever thought he’d be a rapper
i don’t talk about the fly sh_t
the type of sh_t i want that i ain’t got yet
you n_ggas be on nonsense
n_ggas can’t adjust to my environment
drugs to make the boy momma violent
now he tryna go viral
playin’ hot potato with the same gun
he used to be right outside the house he got his name from
throwing up gang signs like r.i.p
if you can’t fix it then it’s broke _
that’s just how i see it

blood so big gave her d_ck
longer than (fig?)
ain’t got no kids
the way i f_ck, should have twins
(get off?) my sh_t
you bussin guns that got no kick
pocket watching as n_gga
better watch that b_tch

whoever thought he’d be a rapper
it’s a marathon, runnin laps
too slow can’t keep up
they got his ass overlapped
used to shake hands back then
now i give em daps
way more than disrespectful
never said i owed you that

we play
like green bay
f_ck a stripper
this the real game, levis, true religion _
we want balmain, ralph lauren
ridin horses through the hallways
me and three shooters (chris paul day?)
(now these f_ggots?) want a spot so bad
they broke, they choking
hoping that they get they chance
i know you, know you
you ain’t really bout no action
focus _ focus
bick back protect your craft (chyeah)

- f t hop out

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