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I picked you up when you fell and cut your knee
I told you not to cry and held you close to me
(You left me for some)
You don't shit where you live, yeah, I like that better (you left me for some)
One, we can help you (you left me for some)
Two, we can allow to help yourself (you left me for some)
And three, we can have you replaced (you left me for some, Tony Coles)
Aye
See, I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
When you playing get sent to the devil
These bitches they on me, I swear they
Keep calling my phone, I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So, I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft on a bitch but be turnt off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See, I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the devil
These bitches they on me, I swear, they
Keep calling my phone, I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft on a bitch, but be turnt off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
Aye, bitch, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle
A lame nigga reach for my chain and get hit with this metal
If first shit we on to new levels
I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal
I'm chasing shabotta the cheddar
I really know Mexicans, thought I call all of them Hefner
We up, you can go check the record, 'cause lately
I've really been balling, I'm feeling like Steph
Sit back, lemme teach you a lesson
You run up on BigX and get hit with this weapon
Walk the Glock, they yard but I still beat
Still your bitch ass like it's Marvel and Tekken
Teacher pray every day to the reverend
She know that I'm not on my last son, I been a felon
Think he sweet, put a hole in his melon
And I'll prolly beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no telling
To the lost ones, I'm something like Helen
These niggas be hopping and hollering, boy, fuck all that yelling
We 'bout it, come check out my section
Taliban shit, but you know it's 600 that I'm repping
In my hood, boy, I'm something like a legend
You can't join the gang if you're not overshooting and stepping
Where he play that's the same place we left him
Was being too extra hate that the gang had to stretch him
See, I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the devil
These bitches they on me, I swear, they
Keep calling my phone, I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So, I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft on a bitch, but be turnt off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See, I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the devil
These bitches they on me, I swear, they
Keep calling my phone, I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft on a bitch, but be turnt off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
You'll never submit
You'll never submit
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