Lived It Girl Talk & Freeway
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[Verse 1]
I started with the hottest label ever, yeah
I came in the game like a kid with a cheat code
I'm from the neighborhood where the people sell drugs just to eat
Try to leave, but they barely make enough
Yeah, it's hard to make it out
It look like the legal system, easy and hard to make it out
Everybody got doubts but I was down for the bout
I fought like Floyd Mayweather, I was screaming "Hey lover"
But them chicks said them niggas that ain't making no chips
Ain't loveable, ain't huggable, ain't fuckable
The feeling that it gave me in my stomach was despicable
So I flipped bricks, grabbed the whip
And I pulled up in a 6, they was screaming "Hey loverboy"
A couple months passed, I grabbed another toy
They grabbed my [?] and my mother's boy
[Bridge]
Everything I write is vivid
Just like a TV with my Sharp ass
You see me when I dart past
I paint pictures, I went to art class
I lived it
I was raised by them hood rules
And raised by my mother's rules
I learned lessons, I went to summer school
I started with the hottest label ever, yeah
I came in the game like a kid with a cheat code
I'm from the neighborhood where the people sell drugs just to eat
Try to leave, but they barely make enough
Yeah, it's hard to make it out
It look like the legal system, easy and hard to make it out
Everybody got doubts but I was down for the bout
I fought like Floyd Mayweather, I was screaming "Hey lover"
But them chicks said them niggas that ain't making no chips
Ain't loveable, ain't huggable, ain't fuckable
The feeling that it gave me in my stomach was despicable
So I flipped bricks, grabbed the whip
And I pulled up in a 6, they was screaming "Hey loverboy"
A couple months passed, I grabbed another toy
They grabbed my [?] and my mother's boy
[Bridge]
Everything I write is vivid
Just like a TV with my Sharp ass
You see me when I dart past
I paint pictures, I went to art class
I lived it
I was raised by them hood rules
And raised by my mother's rules
I learned lessons, I went to summer school
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