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[Verse 1]
I won't say a thing about my dead opps
But I heard he got caught lackin', took a head shot
We got sticks and stones like we came up in bedrock
All these triple Xs, these trials, but I won't dare stop (Damn)
But that's when I first signed, how could you dead rob me?
Look how karma come around, you goin' fed, probably
I know this life ain't fair and real is rare, I see
And it ain't nothin' I bury, see how this red-eye bleed
Still a gunner, boy, I'm stunner, bitch, I'm the runner-up (Uh-uh)
Ayy, come from nothin' in that dungeon, split that onion up
I heard he ain't slide and he ain't solid, he ain't one of us (Bitch)
Took my time, had to prioritize and got my money up (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Popped out with my steppers, watch yo' step, lil' nigga
I got rich quick, came up from that bottom, not no regular nigga (Not no regular)
I told him to get down and lay down, fall in line or you get dealt with, nigga (Ayy, get dealt with)
Fronted plenty pleas, you fuck it up, no, I can't help you, nigga (No, I can't help you, nigga)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, all this pain I feel, bitch, I give two fucks what you felt (Bitch)
I might send them shots, them bullets so hot, watch niggas melt (Sheesh)
And please don't call me 'bout your problems, I got so much on my belt (Uh-uh)
Ever cross me, suck a dick, we feed him shit just like the help (Ayy)
And this stick I got, hold sixty, extra bullets on that shelf (Boom)
On my wrist, that bitch cost sixty, diamonds water, Michael Phelps
And it's R.I.P. my brodie, heard his shooter just got knelt
Tell his mama, "Stop the cryin', that pussy did that to himself" (Ha)
And you know you niggas flawed, that was my dawg, say he'll never tell
We gon' paint the walls with red, there's a couple niggas I owe a shell
Most these OG niggas ain't real, these niggas fake, just old as hell
You ain't even good in your hood, I run my block and still gon' work a scale (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Popped out with my steppers, watch yo' step, lil' nigga
I got rich quick, came up from that bottom, not no regular nigga
I told him to get down and lay down, fall in line or you get dealt with, nigga (Ayy)
Fronted plenty pleas, you fuck it up, no, I can't help you, nigga (No, I can't help you, nigga)


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