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Yeah

5.55 AM

I ain't been asleep all night

Yo, double turn the headphones up

Niggas know I speak that fire when I'm in the booth

These days I swear I don't know what's wrong, I just want speak the truth

I got some things up in my mind, can't wait to get it loose

It's too much bullshit goin' on, I can't afford to lose

Damn, it's personal business but I'm still gon' spill

The ones you ride for ain't gon' ride for you when your tank on E

These different stories in the streets, I hope you write your scripts

You either boss up or get bossed around, that's how it is

And once you rich, you become a target, that's from where I live

The ones you love the most gon' change on you and it be so swift

And the moment you start gettin' that check, your bitch gon' think she slick

I seen a lil' nigga get a check, he feel he own his bitch

Nigga went low on cash, he find out I been bag this chick

That nigga pissed, he mad as fuck, cause he can't talk to me

Run up a check, he sliced her ass, but she still suck me still

And every bitch I ever fuck know she a part of me

I'm sorry I told my niggas I hit, this my apology

This for that first bitch gave me pussy when nobody did

I know you love me, I love you too, even if we never speak

I know you know I love you too, so let's just keep it real

And you ain't gangsta if your car don't got no bullet holes

If you ain't ridin' with extension poles

And you ain't playa if you ain't keepin' bout 300 hoes

And every single one of them know

New fine ass bitch talkin' bout she love me, I don't fall for that

Lil' boy throwin' shades on Instagram

We gon' find his mama house

All that shit you talkin', just don't add up, please subtract me out

Emotional trauma from these hoes

I'm done man I can't handle that

Quote every line

I stand on that

Know my bitches miss me bad

I got people I kill about

I got a few people I die for

My mommy, lil brothers, and sister

Swear I put my life on

Rest in peace my grandma, wish you here to see me make it out

And I ain't never changed, I'm just tryna take a different route

Never bow no pressure, fuck the crowd, that's how I'm movin' now

Man, this shit so crazy how, the ones you love gon' snake you out

Can't wait to see their faces by the time I cop that Bentley out

I'm tryna take a different route

I'm tryna turn my life around

They say that I've been livin' fast but now I'm tryna slow it down

Feel like I should drop the song and get the fuck out of this world

Everybody around me blessed

The love I gave, I never felt

Gambling with my life up in the streets, we call it hustlin

Never had intentions I'll be dissin' man that's honestly

Swiish becomes a preacher, when he rap, I'm preachin' harmony

Jumpin' on the beat like it's a bitch, you know I fuck with it

I'm down to catch a felony for niggas who gon' play with me

Flew that bitch from out the borders, fucked her in my balcony

Gambling with your life up in the streets, you call that hustlin

Everybody posted with a gun, but who gon' kill with it

And you ain't gangsta if your car don't got no bullet holes

If you ain't ridin' with extension poles

And you ain't playin' if you ain't keepin' about 300 hoes

And every single one of them know

Yeah, it's real though

It's just how I be feelin', you know what it is

You know, I feel like niggas think I'm dumb or somethin

They tryna play me, you know

Double Pro