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Drum
Dummie made the beat and you know he killed it
Oh, Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I flashin', though
I'm coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and 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 feel no sorrow
Drive that Maybach a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the tone
I been on fleek, I'm (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, come in contact with that violence
Violins be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head off his body
I never once showed you side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that 30 spit on
If I die right now, just the stats and see how I did
I'm a street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my out and tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?)
I just walked my house and almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my next can top a nigga

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

2]
I just to flowin' on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him off
See them youngins hoppin' out Benz, that's some dropouts
was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Hemp, I'm drinkin' on Hen' like a papa
[?] drinkin' on that gin, I been off
Goin' off on all hoes waitin' on me to fall
I in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers
Bitch, I'm than the fuck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I at all of y'all (Blaw, blaw)
I left therapy K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my off
Been goin' 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 and I'm so damaged (Oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I panic
Yeah, we him off
what? They gotta hand it