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Correct March 2nd Lyrics
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Tory Lanez
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Correct March 2nd
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[Verse] Second cycle, the kid is movin' like Billy Idol With some past due W's that I'm still entitled City love me I treat it like it's a bridal Tux black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival Last album was great but I know this one is greater I made it this far as a great tastemaker without a spread from Complex and them covers that come in from FADER I'm at tables with mans you love it Fuck it, I made it from buckets Slept in the rugged seats of a Civic To walking through the city and niggas screaming I did it I spit this shit from way back for 'em This for niggas that told me "I'll come back" but never came back for 'em Loyal to them so I wait back for 'em like they my niggas Knowin' they isn't, these niggas so insufficient When we was both dealing, I used to throw in the pigeon I guess, that mean nothing when niggas start coexisting I done lost some good girls and niggas that I would cope with Been backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with As far as rap I'm not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with the silly shit no for no with Money on the line, its money all on my mind Calculating this vision, I sum it up for the grind I promise when I got it I'd fuck it up for the times Put 20k on the tab and buss it up every time, you get me? In a Bentley smokin' on a fat 20, jealous niggas don't offend me, Dior dripped in the Fendi I do it for the family OGs that never sent me on mission when I was down to put clip in and leave it empty and work I ain't trippin' 'bout who got at me and dissed I'm blessed, when I think about who shot at me and missed I came from real situations Niggas got clapped for little insinuations, time and impatience Been grindin', finding my way in so much bros like the Wayans Sometime it weigh me down whenever they try weigh in In the day out, in the day in, shooters on say when Niggas got clapped before the day end The city I come from, taught me that there's nothing to run from It taught me get my money in lump sums So 'til that day, still at war, I'm still at pay Never change boy, we still that way It's young Fargo
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