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And now I´m in the studio with my nigga Cxb, he turned the P´s up
(Love makes me sick)

3000PM on the Hellcat, I´ma stomp it off
Them project houses, I ain´t see ´em when I lost my bro
Youngin wildin, youngin never had a million dollars
But he can show you how to run down, empty out that Glock

My uncle sittin´ in the prison, catching all the boxes
We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin´ losses
I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses
You wearin´ merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless
I swear my faith goin´ no way
Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie

Yellow tape broad day, we be on that
Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat

My nigga died, to get him back, I be hopin´
It´s hard to go sleep at night because I seen him bust open
Like, come and join the rough riders, every time we ride, we be rollin´
Know life is all ‘bout survival, every time we slide, we be totin´
I feel the pain from my mans, I been really with him
Lowkey, I be steady switchin´ lanes, five percent the window
Ridin´ ´round with that flame, rubber bands, we gon´ make ´em hit ‘em
I done made a whole hundred grand, came up from a nickel

She can´t come around and be my bae ´less she fuck my niggas
Monkey in the middle, take this pack and throw it to the prison
Started from the bottom like I´m Drake, now I got a million
All I read is make a call or make a say, Uncle, vacuum seal ´em (Let´s go)

My uncle sittin´ in the prison, catching all the boxes
We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin´ losses
I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses
You wearin´ merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless
I swear my faith goin´ no way

Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie
Yellow tape broad day, we be on that
Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat

Facts, we gon´ trap ´em all out a bando
Extension clip inside the MAC´ll leave a crack in his window
For my lil dog ´cross the tracks, who wear a mask and he kick doors
Just tryna run up some racks, so he can move all his kinfolk
I tried so hard, but I just can´t quit them double cups
Crip be sellin´ hard on 38, tryna double up
Life behind them bars, murder case on another level
I been goin´ hard, tryna get paid on another level

New two-car garage, park the Wraith on the yard
My uncle, he caught life in the state, broke my heart
Skated on them high-speed chase in the car
I done earned my stripes, jumpin´ gates, playin´ cards (Let´s go)

My uncle sittin´ in the prison, catching all the boxes
We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin´ losses
I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses
You wearin´ merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless
I swear my faith goin´ no way
Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie
Yellow tape broad day, we be on that

Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat