[Intro: Yung Magnificent]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (I'm serious)
He say
(Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
Ayy, look, huh?
[Chorus: Yung Magnificent]
It ain't even the fact that niggas changed up
I just can't get back the shit I gave up
All the love and the trust and all of the seven fucks I gave got me at peace with my anger
It ain't even the fact that niggas hate us
I just can't get past they tryna take us
All the hurt and the pain, the false dirt on my name, I ain't changed, ugly piece of beautiful danger
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Tripled my bands playing with sand
Grippin' the can, still in dеmand
One foot in the trap, I get in thе jam
My baby's sayin' it'll turn out bad
God forgive me, I know who I am, I made a new plan to get to the bag
Trackhawk, vroom, tire pressure, physically fit like plyometrics
A lot of you niggas ain't fly as Kevin, I'm steppin' and I don't get tired of flexin'
Detectives tried all kinds of methods, I'm stayin' solid, a lot of you tellin'
Fed appeal, beat trial already
A blind nigga could see that I'm heavy
Supplying ten, ain't doing no credit
Fly 'em in, you say that you ready
Paraphrasing 'bout this shit, bitch, I'm just brainstorming
In the kitchen, praying to Take, watching cocaine forming
I gave these bitch-ass niggas my all, got nothing but pain from it
'Cross the water, load come through on boats, we hydroplane on it
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (I'm serious)
He say
(Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
Ayy, look, huh?
[Chorus: Yung Magnificent]
It ain't even the fact that niggas changed up
I just can't get back the shit I gave up
All the love and the trust and all of the seven fucks I gave got me at peace with my anger
It ain't even the fact that niggas hate us
I just can't get past they tryna take us
All the hurt and the pain, the false dirt on my name, I ain't changed, ugly piece of beautiful danger
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Tripled my bands playing with sand
Grippin' the can, still in dеmand
One foot in the trap, I get in thе jam
My baby's sayin' it'll turn out bad
God forgive me, I know who I am, I made a new plan to get to the bag
Trackhawk, vroom, tire pressure, physically fit like plyometrics
A lot of you niggas ain't fly as Kevin, I'm steppin' and I don't get tired of flexin'
Detectives tried all kinds of methods, I'm stayin' solid, a lot of you tellin'
Fed appeal, beat trial already
A blind nigga could see that I'm heavy
Supplying ten, ain't doing no credit
Fly 'em in, you say that you ready
Paraphrasing 'bout this shit, bitch, I'm just brainstorming
In the kitchen, praying to Take, watching cocaine forming
I gave these bitch-ass niggas my all, got nothing but pain from it
'Cross the water, load come through on boats, we hydroplane on it
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