[Verse 1: Astonish]
I’m trying to kill them all, ‘cause I don’t feel ‘em
They faking time, I reveal ‘em all
I fell in love with game and nigga we still involved
Like it or not, nigga just know that everything I’m writing is hot
And everybody trying to fight to the top
I’d rather let you have it, just know my drive is like an automatic
But I be sticking to the manual, need that salary annual
Why my nigga still pushing grams on the avenue and I ain’t
Trying to be like that, I know a nigga lost his life
That said he’ll be right back, so where we headed now
It’s funny how all of these niggas try to wear the crown
But in the end they try to tear you down, know what it be like
How many more bars I gotta rewrite, just to show you
That that real shit ain’t really real life ‘cause bro
I know exactly what it feel like, trying to make
Some shit that make you feel right, love
[Verse 2: Chris Crack]
Mild sauce on my home button
She was trying to back it up on me
We was chilling in the Sumner Homes
Kicking it with some of my homies
And you can’t even hit the dope
If you ain’t producing no cheddar
She had to bag it up, she had to bag it up
She had to bag it up
Mild sauce on my home button
She was trying to back it up on me
We was chilling in the Sumner Homes
Kicking it with some of my homies
And you can’t even hit the dope
If you ain’t producing no cheddar
She had to bag it up, she had to bag it up
She had to bag it up
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