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Ain't really one of y'all fr
Ain't really one of y'all fr
Ain't really one of y'all fr
Ain't really one of y'all fr

Kicked my old hoe out my bracket and got me a new watch
Used stack all the money for rainier days
Now I stack it to show off
Them niggas ain't my family dog
They on some weird shit
A witness somewhere painting a different picture
Can you picture everything I fucking witnessed
They ain't with you, you always can tell
They never be wishing me well
They ain't fuck with me up top
So I congratulate myself
Went through the mud and came out clean
I could write a book on this
I was sixteen wit a beam ye
This wouldn't no rookie shit

I'm in this bitch and I don't even know what to say and ain't no lie
And I went put the blonde in all my dreads cause I know that I won't die
I know that bitches using na
Know that these niggas be watching and plotting
Know that the judge can deny my bond
And take away my fuckin options

I still hadda close my mouth when shit went south
This shit was like nawl fr
And we wouldn't commiting no crimes
When I looked in his eyes said we taking off fr
Got in a catch 22 with a 40 cal
I'm really throwed off for real
I know it sound crazy but I ain't really for the cap
I ain't really one of y'all fr
I say pressure bust pipes but I know I'm still steel
Gotta Patna who starved for life he'll prolly walk in Saks and still steal
They thought I tried to buy the glass window shoppin Neiman's, Sax Fifth
Uh I need that size 32
Jeans tight as hell but the blick fit

Kicked my old hoe out my bracket and got me a new watch
Used stack all the money for rainier days
Now I stack it to show off
Them niggas ain't my family dog
They on some weird shit
A witness somewhere painting a different picture
Can you picture everything I fucking witnessed
They ain't with you, you always can tell
They never be wishing me well
They ain't fuck with me up top
So I congratulate myself
Went through the mud and came out clean
I could write a book on this
I was sixteen wit a beam ye
This wouldn't no rookie shit

Shit I ain't ask for it I was chosen
Came up off of grind not four leaf clovers
I hadda expand it, demand got way too high
Pops played with his nose he got way too high
Havin some to say (dusse) no alcohol cut the mic on
I walked in the club with a mug aint turnt up but i'm piped up
And you can't feel my point of view cause
You ain't come from poverty
I still got old guns and some old girls I'll never see
I know a nigga 5'11 who was gave a inch now they six feet
Damn that shit fucked up
Well that's just how it be

Kicked my old hoe out my bracket and got me a new watch
Used stack all the money for rainier days
Now I stack it to show off
Them niggas ain't my family dog
They on some weird shit
A witness somewhere painting a different picture
Can you picture everything I fucking witnessed
They ain't with you, you always can tell
They never be wishing me well
They ain't fuck with me up top
So I congratulate myself
Went through the mud and came out clean
I could write a book on this
I was sixteen wit a beam ye
This wouldn't no rookie shit