Fuck
And blew hate at me like fans
You blew hate at me like fans, that's not
Yeah
Uh
C'est la vie, rolling up two grams (Yeah)
Back when they smokin' up Smarties and blew hate at me like fans
I was mad (Yeah)
I put my fucking foot up on the gas
And I crashed like kids hyped off the sugar on the pan
Would've been a space inside a grave (Yeah)
Would've been a painting on the pavement, I guessed I saved it (Splat)
Man, I come from flooded basements and bank statements
I said I'd work until I'm famous and keep banging (Boom, boom)
But now I'm not even there
I hibernate like a bear
Rap niggas tryna spit in my ear
Couldn't make me feel a bit of a fear
My parents either dead to me or they living up there
In New York, where life's cold, stale, bitter, and fair
Anyone can get some money if you willing to spare
A life
I steal souls with the edge of a knife
I poke holes in a bed of your lies
I'll make you lie in a
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah)
Grave
Uh (Hey)
Yeah
Uh, I'm never petty back, bro
You tryna hit about it, you know where I'm at, ho
Make a brain freeze when I get the Dracold
Don't do hey-hi's, if you touch me, catch a halo (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Since ye' low
I been better since Ye wrote
Cash rules nothing around me
I pulled the ropes, I drove the boat
I made this, I'm famous, I pave the road (Yeah)
Lose pain like loose change when life change and grows
Like your roots when your braids are hanging low
Ain't nobody can say you dope
Nigga whiter than packaged Columbian coke
Shit! (Yeah)
Nigga whiter than packaged Columbian coke (Packaged Columbian coke? That is-That's Crazy)
Knife at your throat, I'll stab at your hoe
Nigga put a dome on your throat (Woo)
Ain't nobody fucking with O
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