| I'm protectin' all my energy |
| Coolin' with some baddies and they into me |
| Movin' through this bitch like I'm a centipede |
| This ain't 'bout who I was, it's who I'm finna be |
| Know these niggas envy me |
| Chrome Heart on every tee, bitches don't want no beef |
| Still pull up twenty deep, lil' boy, don't play with me |
| Tired of sayin' rest in peace, like I can't fuckin' breathe |
| Like why the hell you had to leave? Realize you turned me to a beast |
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| Nightmares of me being at the top and still fallin' |
| Nightmares of the bottom, all the leeches still callin' |
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| Dodging like a Charger |
| Gotta teach my sons life is hard and it just get harder |
| It was just my mama and my brothers, we ain't have no father |
| I knew exactly who I was back when I got started |
| I done took it farther |
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| I'm protectin' all my energy |
| Coolin' with some baddies and they into me |
| Movin' through this bitch like I'm a centipede |
| This ain't 'bout who I was, it's who I'm finna be |
| Know these niggas envy me |
| Chrome Heart on every tee, bitches don't want no beef |
| Still pull up twenty deep, lil' boy, don't play with me |
| Tired of sayin' rest in peace, like I can't fuckin' breathe |
| Like why the hell you had to leave? Realize you turned me to a beast |
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| Nightmares of me being at the top, but still fallin' |
| Nightmares at the bottom, but the leeches still callin' |
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| I wanna change, but I'm backstage with rappers I knew since kids |
| Feel the blood on my Balenciagas, but I can't see it |
| I get overloaded from my problems and cop the seal |
| Can't understand how I'm so blind, but still see the light shine |
| It's never safe to sit and fiend front row |
| This model sippin' all my lean on her own |
| Every time they left me scarred, I bought acres |
| I leave my home, crank the Ferrari, wake my neighbors |
| I had to leave it up to God, I tried to save her |
| Cougar bitch who look like Draya who clean my shelves |
| .223 came with a body, call it K. Michelle |
| Pray for my niggas in the field who on a race to death |
| Time been tickin' like a bomb, I missed Grenade steps |
| My diamonds offset, I ain't takin' days off |
| Mansion with a pool, when I was eight, I knew I would ball |
| We ain't got room for them fake, so don't come around |
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| I'm protectin' all my energy |
| Coolin' with some baddies and they into me |
| Movin' through this bitch like I'm a centipede |
| This ain't 'bout who I was, it's who I'm finna be |
| Know these niggas envy me |
| Chrome Heart on every tee, bitches don't want no beef |
| Still pull up twenty deep, lil' boy, don't play with me |
| Tired of sayin' rest in peace, like I can't fuckin' breathe |
| Like why the hell you had to leave? Realize you turned me to a beast |
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| Nightmares of me being at the top, but still fallin' |
| Nightmares at the bottom, but the leeches still callin' |
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