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[Intro] Braat Aye, Quando Rondo nigga Dubba-AA Flex Eh, eh, I say I'ma keep it real on this one nigga [Pre-Chorus] No they don’t love me like how they say the love me (Naw) No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me (Naw) No they don’t love me like how they say the love me (Naw) No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me (Naw) [Chorus] Tear drops rollin' down my right eye I bang my flag to my left Fuck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step Metro police askin' questions Thinking we gon' confess I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on Flowers get put on head stones Quahfee my nigga dead and gone Powder inside my nigga nose Jayden think that I'm dead wrong [Verse 1] Befo' the cameras and the fame I use to kick doors You claimin' you got 2 to catch up wit' us you need six more Hangin' out the window with that choppa screamin' six souls Six niggas in the rental down to slide, we clutchin' six poles Before the cameras and the fame everynight I slept on buddha house Steady prayin' my dreams come true so I could get the fuck out buddha house I know my gun I can not move without 'Cause any minute we can shoot it out Daddy wasn’t in my life My momma smokin' dope by Rufus House Wrote my first rap locked in that juvenile All I needed was a chance Nobody showed no love to me when all I needed was a hand They took my nigga Quahfee from me And all I needed was my mans Down on my dick, started hittin' licks 'Cause all I needed was some bands [Verse 2] They claimin' loyalty is priceless I feel I'm payin' for love This for my niggas up in heaven I shoot a flame up above This for my niggas in them jail cells I'ma bang for my thugs This for them pussy muthafuckers steady showin' fake love I'm in the valley of death, conversatin' wit' the under gods Screamin' out Never Broke Again while clutchin' my rod I know them pussy niggas hatin' 'cause I bet all the odds I had to separate the real from fake, the pros and the cons This for them streets (Yeah them real niggas) This for them G’s (And them Crips niggas) This for them Jects (Them HVill niggas) And for the check (They gon' deal witcha) That’s a bet (We empty clips nigga) I swear to god that this the life a nigga live nigga Ay, Shots fired off from the Beretta I got a house in Marietta See I ain’t 'bout to do no talkin' See I don’t wanna hear no lecture I’m yellin' out we 'bout whatever You may as well take your last breath Shots fired off, he on the stretcher(Raa) [Break] Ay, check this out tho' I made this song specifically for a fuck ass nigga, my nigga I just want that pussy ass nigga to know this NH business my nigga And guess what tho' I'ma buy your son a present too bitch ass nigga [Chorus] Tear drops rollin' down my right eye I bang my flag to my left Fuck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step Metro police askin' questions Thinking we gon' confess I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on Flowers get put on head stones Quahfee my nigga dead and gone Powder inside my nigga nose Jayden think that I'm dead wrong [Outro] How the fuck you gon' beef and you broke nigga? This is the sound Answer that Shouldn’t have spared that pussy ass nigga mama in the store that day
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