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[intro]
hoppin’ out the gate
every trenches b_tch, every trenches n_gga gon’ feel this sh_t, hoppin’ out the gate
let’s get it

[chorus]
uh, lost my brother at early age, that turned sh_t turned boy to a man
me and lil’ foreign, we got a bond, some sh_t you wouldn’t understand
never thought we would ball like this when we were shootin’ at cans
i’m patiently waitin’ on my turn, but i’ll keep gunnin’ to then
more money, more problems, more rounds, more guns
everybody wanna kick it, where you was, wе ain’t have funds?

[verse]
lord, i know that i’m blessed, this rappin’ sh_t, feel likе i’m cursed
i don’t care ’bout fallin’ out with n_ggas, roll with my brother in the he_rs_
way too loyal, youngin crashed in the end and that sh_t hurts
they ain’t for you, i done opened up my eyes, see how it works
easier said than done, but i’m gon’ get this sh_t done
the studios, they booked up daily, i don’t even chill and have fun
these diamonds on me are hittin’ hardly, b_tch, might curve me tonight
this the same drac’, them n_ggas ain’t play yet, the same old gun
now i rock prada, but you ain’t proud of me
you said you love me, why you lied to me?
gunshots, fourth of july ’bout me
mamas gotta cry ’bout me
buy everything i ever wanted, sh_t we never had
she everything, but i just want some sh_t i never had
rap sh_t movin’ slow, buy youngin ‘bows, he gettin’ ’em off fast
i know you want it bad, dog, don’t crash, uh
i take care of my dudes, yeah, i’m the man, uh
million dollar dreams, gotta have a plan, uh
openin’ all these heartfelt messages from my fans
mama, don’t worry, i’ma take us out
i had put the work in, how you think i made it out?
nowadays, can’t even post up ’cause i’m gon’ make it hot
this for my n_ggas eatin’ cold stuff and sleepin’ on cots
i’m so used to pain that, sh_t, i don’t feel nothin’
don’t want no cuban link, you don’t tote no pole, ready to k!ll somethin’
run this chicken up, i’ma leave it all for my lil’ son
it’s way more to life, youngin, you gotta be somethin’
[chorus]
uh, lost my brother at early age, that turned sh_t turned boy to a man
me and lil’ foreign, we got a bond, some sh_t you wouldn’t understand
never thought we would ball like this when we were shootin’ at cans
i’m patiently waitin’ on my turn, but i’ll keep gunnin’ to then
more money, more problems, more rounds, more guns
everybody wanna kick it, where you was, we ain’t have funds?

- fcg heem

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