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Drum
Drum Dummie made the and you know he killed it
Oh, Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I flashin', though
I'm just now
It ain't but me and Hemp in the studio
And I'm just
And, I hope y'all was waitin' to from me
So, I recorded

1]
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna no sorrow
that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna some peace and only God know
Cross me once, can't my phone, you get the dial tone
I on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (My Pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and go (Blaw, blaw)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that
Violins should be played, how I'm
Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New
And live a high life like a nigga signed Highbridge
I out and take his head from off his body
I once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let 30 spit on College
If I die right now, check the stats and see how I did
I'm a street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my radar out and tried to a nigga (Where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my can prolly top a nigga

Take me to a I can't imagine (Oh)
of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't
Yeah, we him off
Nigga They gotta hand it

2]
I just took to flowin' on the block and the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him off
See youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that my fault
I'm with Hemp, I'm drinkin' on Hen' like a papa
[?] drinkin' on that gin, I been off
off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walk in court, as the fuck with pee up in my drawers
Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of (Blaw, blaw)
I left therapy with K3 and I off
proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my off
Been crazy but I can't let my son see it all
All love got me damaged, I just want it gone
If you my friend, let's hit it [?], bitch, yo' panties off

Take me to a I can't imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so (Oh)
Steppin' in blood, we thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we him off
what? They gotta hand it