Duncan

Bags was comin' fast, word spread like a rash
Brand new Jag, she jerk when I hit the gas
I can teach a class, teach em how to make it last
Lil' bro got bad habits, he just wanna crash

I was born a cash addict, kick a door, smash grab it
Your own bro backstabbin, you might have to clap him
They like, oh he back rappin, but I'm really back trappin
Come on, let's see who stack faster
We was down bad, we had to ration, if it go bad, I got the ratchet
Turn left, had no direction, we made it this far, it's a blessing
Every day I'm stressin, matter of fact, every second
I ain't reach my limit, I ain't touch a Billion
And the gang still be spinnin, broski said fuck a sentence
Broad day he gon' let him feel it, Like sorry ma, this how we livin
Fuck the glory, he just want redemption
Like when they tell my story, they gone say commitment
Cuzzo got convicted, jury won't convinced
Thought you was my dawg, you did me like Vick
All them missed calls, that shit had me sick
Reminiscing about Allure when we threw like 10 (bands)
Bad bitch, she a ten, she fuck to pay the rent
Brain like a college bitch, but lack common sense
Give the bitch a compliment, and she swallow dick
We was really robbin' shit, I ain't proud of it
She pulled up all Prada fit, lil' mama trim
We don't call that shit the trap, we call it the gym
She say she my only fan, she wanna make a film
I told bro stop poppin' Xans, that shit ain't him
Lotta late nights, but some later AM's
I just left the studio, I'm on the way in
Got something bad waitin' on me, say she got on Skims
I caught that ass off the glass, put it back like Tim