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Probably ain't fit for this shit, I still ain't met nobody real as us Better keep me 'round, it's very rare, you need somebody real as fuck Shots hit them bullets missed, but my niggas ain't get to duck Shit back to back, surviving is a must, so we ain't giving up Bitch talking 'bout send my location, like she ain't finna fuck Bitch, you know them young niggas waiting Watch how you pulling up Talking 'bout put my trust in a cop, like they ain't killing us Them babies what the fuck you think I'm living for I'm crazy, I been switching up my mood, on some bipolar shit My soulja told me if you a soulja then keep it soulja then You got problems then don't show it Then I'm like how the fuck to hold it in Youngin say nobody out, well I'm like youngin go again I know something gotta give so many losses I be feeling like I gotta win Don't take the drugs, tell me how to cope with my problems then Born cursed, I'm tryna figure out what my father did He feel the same, he said he been going through a lot of shit Ayy, bitches change, niggas change, I can't complain That's what them dollars did How you feeling? Drained finna go insane That's how you outta feel When you adapting to this fame shit It's a different way you gotta live SongtexteBut he still on that same shit, ayy, tell Poppa I'm proud of him I'm on the block in DC, hold up, hop out they gotta see me Ayy, leave the straps at the room, I'm cool, I got Quez and Chi Chi Feel like I owe it all to deedee Showed a nigga signed I should've been seen I keep my youngins 'round Because they known for making shit bleed I ain't no fucking mixed breed, I'm full blooded I been cutting off my, so called cousins I feel like fuck 'em When the fuck you niggas became gangsta all of a sudden And I just talked to Chevy a lil' pain, that shit ain't nothing But you niggas know how we coming early Like the church on Sunday Brodie swerving all on purpose, and we smoking out the onion Can't be out here like no dummy Know you got to believe in something You got to believe it coming Probably got the game from a junkie, I ain't fronting I know something gotta give so many losses I be feeling like I gotta win Don't take the drugs, tell me how to cope with my problems then Born cursed, I'm tryna figure out what my father did He feel the same, he said he been going through a lot of shit Ayy, bitches change, niggas change, I can't complain That's what them dollars did How you feeling? Drained finna go insane That's how you outta feel When you adapting to this fame shit It's a different way you gotta live But he still on that same shit, ayy, tell Poppa I'm proud of him Aus Songtexte Mania