[Intro]
Unh, uh (Yeah, ayy, yo, Drum, play that bitch back)
Nah, na-na-na-na-na, mm (Drum, heat it up)
Ayy, free Migo, nigga
We gon' ball 'til we fall like tears, nigga
[Chorus]
I really couldn't imagine me fake actin' and braggin' (Uh, whoa)
I see the jealousy all on their face, it's like acne (Uh, whoa-oa)
Really thought you'd be happy that the Devil didn't catch me (Whoa-oa)
But I see you looked past me, I ran it up, yeah, sadly (Yeah)
And a lot of niggas want my spot, but I won't give it up (Yeah)
The streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked (Yeah)
It ain't no shot clock, but I promise it's gon' come in clutch (Yeah)
Mama, you won't bury me, I promise I ain't this smart for nothin', uh
[Verse 1]
They ain't got no choice but to let him out like the ink in this pen
We took our first L being born in the trenches we in
Fallen soldiers, half of 'em dead, the rest couldn't meet my ends
But that ain't gon' stop shit 'cause I'm an ape, but I stand on all ten
Funny how they never show no love to a street nigga
No friction, but you went against the grain, I had to hit you
Fake niggas say I changed, they tryna frame a nigga picture
When it's smoke, no, we don't run, we light that flame, and turn into hipsters, yeah (Yeah)
I be deep in the streets, so don't be surprised if it's my bride
Nigga, I ain't that colorblind, I can see the hate in disguise
Funny how I don't never lose my vision when I close my eyes
But no matter how hard I try (Woah)
Unh, uh (Yeah, ayy, yo, Drum, play that bitch back)
Nah, na-na-na-na-na, mm (Drum, heat it up)
Ayy, free Migo, nigga
We gon' ball 'til we fall like tears, nigga
[Chorus]
I really couldn't imagine me fake actin' and braggin' (Uh, whoa)
I see the jealousy all on their face, it's like acne (Uh, whoa-oa)
Really thought you'd be happy that the Devil didn't catch me (Whoa-oa)
But I see you looked past me, I ran it up, yeah, sadly (Yeah)
And a lot of niggas want my spot, but I won't give it up (Yeah)
The streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked (Yeah)
It ain't no shot clock, but I promise it's gon' come in clutch (Yeah)
Mama, you won't bury me, I promise I ain't this smart for nothin', uh
[Verse 1]
They ain't got no choice but to let him out like the ink in this pen
We took our first L being born in the trenches we in
Fallen soldiers, half of 'em dead, the rest couldn't meet my ends
But that ain't gon' stop shit 'cause I'm an ape, but I stand on all ten
Funny how they never show no love to a street nigga
No friction, but you went against the grain, I had to hit you
Fake niggas say I changed, they tryna frame a nigga picture
When it's smoke, no, we don't run, we light that flame, and turn into hipsters, yeah (Yeah)
I be deep in the streets, so don't be surprised if it's my bride
Nigga, I ain't that colorblind, I can see the hate in disguise
Funny how I don't never lose my vision when I close my eyes
But no matter how hard I try (Woah)
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