(You're playing with fire)
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Look, life's a bitch been keeping distance
She unfair but I'm still gonna listen
Told me get in my bag, fuck women
We ain't meant for the bread in the instant
Paint pictures, sound like Vincent broke
Put weed in a van then go (go)
Block stepping I'm smoking dro
Duck from 12 and these banks close
Hustle the team got paper chasers
OTF, I don't know about changes
In my hood, get smoke like vapors
She wan' fuck, man roll like papers, yeah
Man boot up weed like Lakers
Different sauce cups, different flavors
Drunk for the bread and my house my acres
Fuck the tax man, need my craft
Duck from the J's got loud on my sock
Need case in the bank like flop
Touch the brace burn out your pot
No license, I'm riding off
Let me know when you're giving out slow
Local fuck when I ask fun
I jump in the trap with J get spun
Aye, see me on your screen like shit
Then spend time in the booth, too late I'm gone
Hit after hit like Hitmen, man, I never move shit on the song
Only the beat, I'm a king like Kong
Seen their face yet right from wrong
But I still won't vouch when a snake get drawn up
Put him right there right where we belong
Jump on the pavement, look for the payment
Note invoice from rap, I'm patient young
Boy, I'm patiently waiting
Sitting on the street, man grand, I'm skating
Small squad to the face elevating
Yeah, I'll be high and I find been raising
Only me and myself I'm racing
Sell up wonder why they hate us
Hustle the team got paper chases
OTF, I don't know about changes in my hood
Get smoke like vapors
She won't fuck man roll like papers
Man boot top deep like Lakers
Different sauce cups, different flavors
Drunk for the bread my house want acres
Fuck the tax man, need my craft
Love the hood, don't watch the controversy
Still link bro at a corner store (yeah)
I see me ain't doing it properly
Big time rap, but they still move court (why?)
Hungry and humble
Scrape off the food and the plate I still want more (right)
Them man rap, I ain't heard it before (no way)
Rest assured, I'm a shoot and score
2:02, old man came to my senses
This ain't the place I want to be at (no way)
Got in my bag on the tour ain't cheap
I moved the street no time to react (never)
No back then I met Iring plus
Young boy didn't care about gym (didn't care about gym)
Now I dream about money and plaques
If rap don't work, I ain't doing it, leaves (no way, no way)
Hustle the team got paper chases
OTF, I don't know about changes (OTF)
In my hood get smoke like vapors
She won't fuck, man roll like papers
Man boot up big like Lakers
Different sauce cups, different flavors
Drunk for the bread, my house want acres
Fuck the tax man, need my craft
Baow, d-d-different
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(It's G Dawgs, baby)
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(You playing with fire)