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I be thinking everybody 12 Cable man sit out front of the house too long I get to hiding and shit, plotting escape routes I can't make this shit up Hit me when the pack land The man chasing Pac Man Prints all on my trash cans Going through my trash bags I wonder who did it, your homies'll double-cross you like a hashtag I wanted a million, didn't think it would come with the haters that matched it I've been on my own, got it alone With your hand out, what the fuck is you on? Pretend together, how 'bout we just don't For all my sinning, I need to atone Breaking the code, don't get split to the bone I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone Ain't no love left from me, hit all the roads These boys are bitches, no different than hoes Fuck all that talking, you ain't gon' do shit We never partners, and if we were partners We wouldn't be talking, you be doing skits You know I be looking out for my partners And you know what all of my opposites is And you know if you don't score, I ain't paying SongtexteSo don't just pull up there and pop up the crib Ran up my bag, I ain't sharing with you You wouldn't do the things Aaron would do You want a lot in return for a little By smutting my name, you embarrassing who? Hundreds and fifties, I tear 'em in two Used to do nothing but stare at the roof Inside of prison, I used to go fishing for dinner, but only thing I caught was soup Ain't got no sympathy in me or empathy Shout out my brothers who never would question me They just know who I am and what it is with me Ain't gotta speak when you do through telepathy I got the recipe, can't get the best of me God watching over me, Devil be testing me Sometimes it's best to not show any mercy And sometimes it's best to forgive and just let it be Hit me when the pack land The man chasing Pac Man Prints all on my trash cans Going through my trash bags I wonder who did it, your homies'll double-cross you like a hashtag I wanted a million, didn't think it would come with the haters that matched it I've been on my own, got it alone With your hand out, what the fuck is you on? Pretend together, how 'bout we just don't For all my sinning, I need to atone Breaking the code, don't get split to the bone I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone Ain't no love left from me, hit all the roads These boys are bitches, no different than hoes Hoes yeah, yeah I guess I'll just run up a rap bag If it wasn't for this that's on bloods I admit that I'd be with the pounds, fuck a hashtag Was a dog in the pound, I got laughed at No bones tossed in the ground, you can have that Better let that bitch go if you flash that Paranoid, I draw down on my flashbacks Ain't no choice then bitch why would you ask that? I look like a knife block from them backstabs Bitch I'm dolo, might rock with no cats, facts Doo, doo, doo, through your flack homie, catch that? Got your hand out but ain't help me grab that Double crossed over paper like grabs jack You was sleep on the back, that's a knapsack Disappeared then got ghost, fuck a Snapchat It was funny, Dino got the last laugh I'm in a lab [?] in the trap blood You want peace and picket fence and black lab I ain't skiing when you see this black mask Funny how you whip it and catch backlash Beef, I'll bring it to your door like DashPass I ain't worry 'bout him, where the cash at? So I hit Wax like the last dab and said- Hit me when the pack land The man chasing Pac Man Prints all on my trash cans Going through my trash bags I wonder who did it, your homies'll double-cross you like a hashtag I wanted a million, didn't think it would come with the haters that matched it I've been on my own, got it alone With your hand out, what the fuck is you on? Pretend together, how 'bout we just don't For all my sinning, I need to atone Breaking the code, don't get split to the bone I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone Ain't no love left from me, hit all the roads These boys are bitches, no different than hoes Aus Songtexte Mania