[Intro]
(Y'all gon' have to put Mo in)
(LC)
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
[Chorus]
I done ran it up, now she say, "The world is yours"
Could have bought a Corvette, cashed out on Aventador
Could have fucked your bitch, but I just settled with the throat
Pass her to the bro, train after the show
I done leveled up, but you still hang with that pole
Nigga come play, tryna snatch a nigga soul
Nigga come play, nigga stretched out on the floor
Nigga claim it's beef, we sending shots everywhere he go
[Verse 1]
Nigga claim it's beef, we sending shots everywhеre he go
You could ask the streets, thеy gon' tell you, "Jack gon' let it blow"
Did so much in the streets, the streets done turned a nigga paranoid
Did so much in the streets, when I try to sleep, I be hearing voices
Riding with my demons, trying to steal a fucking Rolls Royce
Riding with a chopper, put it on a fucking biker boy
Ain't no time to box, lil' nigga, don't see what all that fighting for
If you didn't wanna get shot, tell me why the fuck you sat there and hated me for?
Boy, you didn't wanna get shot, but your dumb ass still got popped
But your dumb ass still got whacked
And them niggas 'round you, they next
Flip a coin, put change on his head
Gotta kill, I come to collect
Run the score up by next week, taking no bets
When you go to sleep, better go sleep with your vest
(Y'all gon' have to put Mo in)
(LC)
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
[Chorus]
I done ran it up, now she say, "The world is yours"
Could have bought a Corvette, cashed out on Aventador
Could have fucked your bitch, but I just settled with the throat
Pass her to the bro, train after the show
I done leveled up, but you still hang with that pole
Nigga come play, tryna snatch a nigga soul
Nigga come play, nigga stretched out on the floor
Nigga claim it's beef, we sending shots everywhere he go
[Verse 1]
Nigga claim it's beef, we sending shots everywhеre he go
You could ask the streets, thеy gon' tell you, "Jack gon' let it blow"
Did so much in the streets, the streets done turned a nigga paranoid
Did so much in the streets, when I try to sleep, I be hearing voices
Riding with my demons, trying to steal a fucking Rolls Royce
Riding with a chopper, put it on a fucking biker boy
Ain't no time to box, lil' nigga, don't see what all that fighting for
If you didn't wanna get shot, tell me why the fuck you sat there and hated me for?
Boy, you didn't wanna get shot, but your dumb ass still got popped
But your dumb ass still got whacked
And them niggas 'round you, they next
Flip a coin, put change on his head
Gotta kill, I come to collect
Run the score up by next week, taking no bets
When you go to sleep, better go sleep with your vest
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