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Watch yo mouth, I am not the one Fantasies playing with a gun American spirits stay on my lungs Two years in, I've held my tongue Two-oh-twenty-one, I was stomping in this bitch I was gonna change lives when I dreamed of getting rich I got a whole bag, then I turned into a trick I can’t help myself, I’ve been thinking with my dick I get way too paranoid, no more za when I smoke Back to back tobacco, nigga, not too long 'fore I croak Brixton on me, I be looking like a bloke Y’all can’t tell me shit, every song is on— Go, go (Aye, aye, chill! Aye, I swear to God I'm so sick and tired of these niggas, dawg) Go (Ayе, put that on my mama like–Aye, aye, nah, for rеal) Go I don't use a pen, I use a Epipen now, for real, for real I’m allergic to these lames dawg, for real, for real Toxicity, got it from hood trauma, for real, for real Love and compassion from hood mommas, for real, for real Okay, big dreams, wide-eyed, head in the clouds, skydive Say the shit but never do it, no sir, not I She run her mouth, it's evident SongtexteYou never hear the end of it Yeah, her brain a ten but the bitch asinine Man, these niggas washed up, and I’m cool with that (Aye, okay) Don't connect with what you saying cause yo service trash (I don't know) I’m in a puffer coat made under a London flag (Aye, aye) Tryna find out where I’m at, nigga, Google Maps (Maps) Okay, street view—oh my God, he in a bag (Oh my God) I like ratchet hoes, pretty face, plenty ass (Oh my God) Why the fuck these hoes never cool with they dad? (With they dad) I need to run it back (Yeah) I need to run it, wait– Go, go Go, go Go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Go Let it go, your time is up I’m on the road, I’m counting up They picked us, so big me up Or shut it up, I’m on a roll I'm on a– I can’t forget, I hold a grudge Like a new born, bitch, i’m from the mud Give me your hoe, I'mma slut her up Can’t go against us, niggas really up Aus Songtexte Mania