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Mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm, oh-yeah
Breakfast time, I stared (stared)
Across the table at an empty chair
Life's so lonely livin' without you
The whole day I just think about (ayo, Donavon, heat that up)

(Mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm) ayy, turn me up a little bit more in the headphones
(Oh-yeah) yeah
(Mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm) ayy (oh-yeah)

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Ayy, see, lately shit changed
'Member the change in my pocket, now we hit the club and it rain
Remember them days bein' a hood superstar, now the whole city sayin' my name
I can't fuck with these lames

Cut off a handful of partners, them niggas weren't rockin' the same, but it's part of the game
They hate when you reachin' the top, they be throwin' the salt on my name, I'm forever the same
These niggas snitch for a bitch, but I'm solid, that shit in my veins, and I'm reppin' the gang
If it ain't Crip or the six, bitch, it's Taliban Gang what I claim, I been locked in the cage

Told my team joins for I'd be damned if I mention some manes
But they can't say the same 'cause these niggas quick just to snitch on a nigga that's bleedin' the game
Like, maybe you lame and we are all not built the same
You a bitch, boy, you told on your gang, I just stay in my lane

I just spent a lil' 30 on chains, if he reach, then I'm blowin' his brain
How the fuck can you claim that you my day one when I went in that cell?
You ain't look up my name, but they can't say the same 'cause I'm a big solid ass nigga
Not on me, that shit in my veins, ayy

And this shit really just gettin' ridiculous like (mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm)
Like I'm really just gettin' better and better (oh-yeah)
Better than ever, huh (mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm), let's go
Ayy, ayy (oh-yeah)

Free Rock and Q 'til they out, bitch just bought a new Glock, that bitch came with a switch
The opps steady talkin' 'bout shit, can't shoot at my block, boy, go shoot at a bitch
Since I started rappin', I got rich 'fore I ever go broke, I go back in that fit
Reach for my throat, that's a big risk 'cause I bleed for respect and I put that on Crip, ayy

Mmm-hmm-hmm-mmm, oh-yeah

Writer(s): Angelo Bond, William Henry Weatherspoon, Xavier Landum, Donavan Wells

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