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Correct DON'T DIE Lyrics
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[Verse] Look nigga, I've been this way, since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells and shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick days and ripped Js I spent days tryna duck the ricochets 'Cause we were tryna figure which clique played with the shooter Nowadays you boys just tryna figure who click play I made bitches and made niggas, y'all boys just bitch made niggas I flip it like a swiss, switchblade, nigga Fuck around with me, come run the town with me I do it for my dogs and niggas that's down with me He spent around 50 tryna look like us, tryna flex with some bottles, but let's address it proper I mean, I find it funny they give me the same bundle without spendin' money, they just give it to me, 'cause I'm poppin' More honesty and less lies Skirted the McLaren off the lot, shit, I bought it as a test drive I took the jet for the fuckin' 110th time Hoping that I don't go out like Aaliyah or a Left Eye Shit, I'm the greatest, I'm the people's favorite Thanks to God's graces, I been number one in all these peoples' faces So amazing how I made it from the mazes and the phases change faces, but I'm back to being basic How many years am I gon' spend being famous? Actin' like I'm normal, like I don't realize I made it, like I don't realize I'm famous Like I don't realize every time I walk around the city, they look at me like the greatest All-time hated nigga, put me in your playlist Trunk on the front of McLaren's that need a waitlist So when I back, back, I'm frontin' on fuck niggas, that told me I'll never made it, in my Audemar Piguet wrist I hop the plane in sweats and the Bathing Ape kicks, 50 pointer bracelets, man's best fragrance I'm still ballin', these foul niggas is still flagrant I ain't got no business talkin', just a bill statement See the lights from a far away I still feel close on the nights when I'm far away I comin' home, workin' at nights to a hard day Tryin' to avoid nights in the hallway sellin' hard ye Back when you was hip-hoppin' and watchin' Kanye I was coach hoppin' and sleepin' inside a Hyundai Made bands out of any floor, at your mom place Tryna duck the crime rate, where the fuck was my mindstate? I cry real tears thinkin' bout my mom face If she was here, I'm thinkin', what would my mom say? She'd say, I'm well-accomplished, she'd say I really did it She said don't let her settle for no penny pincher I, will not lose, no, I refuse niggas I, 2 plus 2 niggas, I school niggas She wanna get high, fuck with a cool nigga 48 floors, check out my view nigga Uh, I already know the outcome I may have fucked it up with Nicki right before this album My ex on me like Malcolm, she know we can't be together But still be askin' me, "How come?" I know the shit crazy My life upgraded and I ain't going backwards Closest thing going backwards is me rollin' Backwoods Lookin' at you niggas like there's no more factors Until the story over like there's no more chapters Fargo [produced by: araabMUZIK]
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