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We was really in it
So I'm tryna get us out
We was really spinnin'
Bending blocks and getting out
We was really winning
But I didn't figure out
We was really losing
Then I felt like a loser
In front my son can't be no fuckin loser
Play ya cards, pay attention
And I may can school ya
I switch cars and fool ya
You think I could go harder do ya
I can hardly tutor
Used to teach them how to be some shooters
Now I teach em how to build up money
And maneuver
Really beat the streets, Hallelujah
We didn't choose the streets
Know the streets gotta choose ya
Not tryna confuse you
I know I'm different than usual
Really I just thank the Lord
They listening to my music
I keep working I can't lose it
Get that keyboard and abuse it
Get my fee for it and do it
He told and we knew it
Coulda growed and he blew it
Choppa say how you doing
Now these niggas funny moving
Funny actors
Moving backwards
Feeling like they soul captured
Mind raptured
At first she was saying black shirt
But she already knew me
And then I had looked on Instagram
Fans fuckin blew me
Niggas making jokes outta real shit
Turn back to fans real quick
Eat a real dick
I was in the Prada store drinking
On some chill shit
Beverly Hills shit
Then I caught a bitch that caught a bitch
We was really in it
So I'm tryna get us out
We was really spinnin'
Bending blocks and getting out
We was really winning
But I didn't figure out
We was really losing
Then I felt like a loser
In front my son can't be no fuckin loser
Play ya cards, pay attention
And I may can school ya
I switch cars and fool ya
You think I could go harder do ya
I can hardly tutor
Used to teach them how to be some shooters