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Either you gon' love me or you hate me, ain't no in-between
I was yellin' free my brother, I ain't want em in penitentiary
We was livin' lifes of sin coulda tell me what it meant to me
Buise spendin' benz and then we went and copped the Jesus piece
I'm allergic to these niggas, when they get around, I feel like I gotta sneeze
They said Ali gotta issue and he gave that nigga Z's
Now I ain't mean to push a nigga, but I thought his ass was P
And I know he not a Zoe Boy, but I know that he hate me
They startin' to notice that I'm talented. I am not your average kid.
I just might go Irving on these niggas like the Mavericks did.
These niggas cappin' like they Lids. Know these niggas counterfeit
Bitches they keep tellin' me I got the face to go get in show biz
Steppin' like I'm in the band
Started makin' money, they think our life done went to Uncle Sam
Gave up on the school because I had no fuckin' time to cram, boy that nigga can have the plan
Zay that nigga way too far advanced, He a way ahead of time
He a way ahead of time
He a way ahead of he is
If a nigga started poppin' off, cause I told him too
If I ever diss a nigga, put 'em on the news
I remember in second grade, I couldn't get no shoes
So it made me get paid, me and zay been locked in since the first grade
I was locked in for nine days
I already got some stain
Had to put my faith in Allah, can't no tears hit my face
Never knew that I'd be livin' like this
White walls, video calls, with my baby in my bih
This is 4OUR Productions
Told you pussy niggas, we'll get the bussin'
Zay smokin' on that BB pack, he need some robotussin
Five shots to a nigga back, he jumpin', he a monkey
Out on bound, so there's no discussion
What I might do to him
Try to help him elevate, but I couldn't get through to him
I was in that cell meditatin', put my mind in gym
We not white boys, so we go above the rim
Shootin' all these threes, make a nigga get the trim
Nigga, I be throwin' up foes my brother, puttin' they face
Run up a couple racks, I damn near bought your bitch a lace
I can't get caught with no bitch because that'd be another case
I be tellin' all these lil' hoes I'm not, they speed or pace
Bitch, I got expensive taste
They be talkin' bout that nigga, he be rockin' Givenchy
I'm so sorry that I'm hard to please
Gotta carry a heavy piece
Bitches wanna marry me
When me and Ali link up, it's gon' be a scary season
It's gon' be a scary season, yeah

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Omar Coleman

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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