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Great John on the beat by the way Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels Still clutchin' the steel Still tryna separate fake from the real And they still tellin' me "Chill" Now I'm sippin' wock, stopped poppin' them pills From the bottom, she toppin' me still I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel Think I'm racist, all black in the field Like "How is he famous still with all the drills?" Got the juice, I ain't lettin' it spill I fell back and they mention me still Whenever we step, it's a hit or a kill They like "Sleepy, you trippin', we know that you will" Uh, bitch, stop tellin' me "Chill" Like Danny Glover, I make movies for real, uh Momma, you good on the bills And grandma just wanna see that I prevail Probably mad that I ain't go to Yale But fuck it, your grandson doin' well Used to hate that I ain't wear a belt But I couldn't buy all the drip Me and bro tryna find us a lick Shooter Gang, bitch, you know who I'm with SongtexteWe clutchin', like "Boy, who you runnin' to get?" Extra clip, we be doublin' it Same bitch let me fuck, she was dubbin' and shit Now she see me, she huggin' and shit She told me she love me, she buggin' and shit Baby girl got a man, but she with it, uh Just give me the digits And call me when he not around, I can kick it Said he flexin' that bread, but don't spend it Don't mean I might buy you a Birkin for business And baby, you know how I'm livin' So I can't be trustin' these niggas and women Can't be trustin' these-, look Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels Still clutchin' the steel Still tryna separate fake from the real And they still tellin' me "Chill" Now I'm sippin' wock, stopped poppin' them pills From the bottom, she toppin' me still I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel Yeah (Huh) She already know how I feel (She do) I take her to one of them places (I do) He a killer, he got one of them faces Come with the pussy, I come with the payment She ain't comin' if she under the ages (Nah) Uh (Uh), I call Gino and he come with an Asian I'm off the perc, yeah, I'm goin' through phases (Look) Nigga, I'm over the standin' ovations (Uh) I want money, not congratulations You better find somebody else to play with 'Cause the killers runnin' out of patience (Bow) And a nigga like me (A nigga like me) You'll never see a nigga like me (Nah) I take care of home and I deal with the streets And I never mix the business with beef (Nah) That's like the number one rule (It is) I took her, the kids in the middle of coupe I battle demons in my sleep I wake up and help them make it to school (Huh, yeah) I wake up and help them make it to school Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels Still clutchin' the steel Still tryna separate fake from the real And they still tellin' me "Chill" Now I'm sippin' wock, stopped poppin' them pills From the bottom, she toppin' me still I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel Aus Songtexte Mania