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[Intro]
Hitmaka
Rock Boy Beats
That nigga Ladd got the juice, fool
[Verse 1]
Yeah, got this shit straight off the block
Shit, and I never thought about making it out
I been talkin' to God and I thank Him a lot (Thank Him a lot)
I’m thankful for everything (Facts)
I'm thankful for people that said I would pop (Even more)
'Cause I didn’t believe it (Yeah)
But I'm one of them ones and I'm startin' to see it (Facts)
Now look at me
6 a.m. on Hollywood Boulevard gettin' drunk, shit
I told my bitch I'd put them Perkies down, but then I pop me one (I'm sorry, baby)
Long way from the block where them niggas don't make it out (Long way)
All the realest shit I never wrote, it’s gon’ go on the radio
I hate 'em for thinkin’ I never would do it when I was just sittin' back learnin' and provin' (Facts)
I was hurtin’ and tryna get focused but it was so hard to get back to the music (It was)
'Cause all that reloaded, that shit left me mad (Damn)
Know I need you like, bro, where you at? (Facts)
But I know that I can't get him back (Yeah)
Watch a nigga get back in his bag (Yeah, yeah)
What's best for this flow is heaven sent
They said my music was soundin' repetitive
I was too deep in that field with them steppers and
Was startin' to lose my competitive
I was just rappin' and rappin', and rappin', and watchin' them niggas shoot past me
When I'm used to trappin' and trappin', and trappin' like I could get rich off this crack shit
And wish that I'd quit all this rap shit
Will all that manifestin' I been doin' keep a nigga at it? (Like will it?)
And them streets cold, seen her lose her baby, then she turned to an addict (Damn)
Hitmaka
Rock Boy Beats
That nigga Ladd got the juice, fool
[Verse 1]
Yeah, got this shit straight off the block
Shit, and I never thought about making it out
I been talkin' to God and I thank Him a lot (Thank Him a lot)
I’m thankful for everything (Facts)
I'm thankful for people that said I would pop (Even more)
'Cause I didn’t believe it (Yeah)
But I'm one of them ones and I'm startin' to see it (Facts)
Now look at me
6 a.m. on Hollywood Boulevard gettin' drunk, shit
I told my bitch I'd put them Perkies down, but then I pop me one (I'm sorry, baby)
Long way from the block where them niggas don't make it out (Long way)
All the realest shit I never wrote, it’s gon’ go on the radio
I hate 'em for thinkin’ I never would do it when I was just sittin' back learnin' and provin' (Facts)
I was hurtin’ and tryna get focused but it was so hard to get back to the music (It was)
'Cause all that reloaded, that shit left me mad (Damn)
Know I need you like, bro, where you at? (Facts)
But I know that I can't get him back (Yeah)
Watch a nigga get back in his bag (Yeah, yeah)
What's best for this flow is heaven sent
They said my music was soundin' repetitive
I was too deep in that field with them steppers and
Was startin' to lose my competitive
I was just rappin' and rappin', and rappin', and watchin' them niggas shoot past me
When I'm used to trappin' and trappin', and trappin' like I could get rich off this crack shit
And wish that I'd quit all this rap shit
Will all that manifestin' I been doin' keep a nigga at it? (Like will it?)
And them streets cold, seen her lose her baby, then she turned to an addict (Damn)
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