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Day after day (Seems like I push against the clouds) Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up(They just keep blocking out the sun) (It seems since I was born) (I`ve wakened every blessed morning) I been thinkin` to myself lately Wonderin` did she mean it when she say she hate me? Or wonderin` did she mean it when she say she wished she didn`t keep the baby? (down on my luck and up against the wind)
Told Solid to speed it up, you ain`t driving Miss Daisy Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah, you driving Lil Baby Hit from the back and grab her neck, it be drivin` her crazy Ain`t work no job since we met, I`m the reason she lazy I got some checks that I ain`t touch, they for Loyal and Jason Really wanna have a daughter just so I can spoil her Maybe look at women different Father God, forgive me, I`ma been sinning for a minute We bought sticks when it was tension Fuck that bitch, she want attention She get famous if I mention I ain`t gon` say her name at all I was just sittin` in prison, damn near livin` like a dog I remember that shit vividly, I do this shit for y`all I`m not lookin` for no sympathy, won`t cry about no loss I got demons all on my back and arms, I`m tryna shake `em off I can`t never fuck with lil` Mill again, he tried to take me off I can`t lie, you was my dawg, I heard that shit, it broke my heart Can`t no nigga say I did somethin` flawed, been solid from the start Every situation ever happened, Baby played his part I ain`t never did shit to brag about it, I do that shit with honors In my bag, but I been layin` back, I`m turnin` up this summer Guess you mad `cause I`ve been havin`, tellin` hoes I was a runner If I was, I was the richest runner in Georgia, on my mama And I ain`t never been no worker, had my own number, ask bruh Seven summers straight we went crazy, called it good luck
I been keepin` my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I`m keepin` my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won`t fumble I just touch down, stay humble I been keepin` my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I`m keepin` my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won`t fumble I just touch down, stay humble, yeah
Thinkin` `bout that shit you said, I can`t get it out my head I know that my heart is black, so all my cars` insides is red I don`t wanna argue with no one, let`s get this guap instead I ain`t tryna beef with none these niggas `cause all my opps is dead If you ever run to the police, you better not tell Turn it up, I might as well, you know I`m so 4PF `Fore I go, I gotta say what`s up to all the bros in jail I know that they be listenin`, I know that he`ll be with me And his lawyer cost one-sixty I hope they un-convict him when he go back Follow him with a low jack, then step on him like a doormat Doin` dirt, can`t go back, my mind straight, ain`t no slackin` Guns all in Renee house You ain`t from the hood if you don`t know Madison
I been keepin` my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I`m keepin` my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won`t fumble I just touch down, stay humble I been keepin` my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I`m keepin` my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won`t fumble I just touch down, stay humble, yeah
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