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things changed since 2015
first time I had a Glock to my dome smoking weed alone spending all night selling zones
hopped off the porch at the ripe age of 12
giving every corner hell just to make a living terrorizing on thanksgiving
they ask me how I'm living
I say I'm living like a sinner born winner eating steak and lobster for dinner
chillin wit a couple bad hoes totin foe foes only lord knows how it muthafuckin goes
get the wrong look and the bullets start blasting all this money I'm snatching
now I got bottle service Makin everyone nervous
cuz ima be a thug till the day I die don't have a stripe not got lie
but i made it when I thought I was got die
flashbacks to my past like I gotta hash shit out but he say he don't remember shit fuck is that about
I swear every bitch I fuck is ratchet
never forget seeing my nana in that casket
ask me how I'm feeling and ima lie
put ya gamble four fingers up
never gave a fuck bout possession but I possess skills that'll make me mills
fuck the thrill let me n mabu drill
pop a 30 g pill get to trippin 5 xan bars I'm ingesting
hold up I think I'm decimating myself with all this wealth
take a breath of fresh air pops was never there he just wanted a 40
ill get lucky if I make it to 40 I'm already 17
life aint as long as it seems
see the muthafucka dat owes me money shine the green beam like a money making machine you know what I mean

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