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And don't forget

(Six Six Seven let it settle in)

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Hey hello you gone hate
For every time you
Tried to play it

Greatly appreciate you keep that mind of frame

Allows me to change my pace

Ulterior motive as I up one
And switch my lane

You fighting for an image I'm tired
Being from the same shit

Niggas that can't stack shouldn't
Even flip bricks

It's a family business
To learn that twist

Feddy gov come don't want to
Be in that mix

Damn why do my brothers
Fall through the same shit

Wondering why we can't
Touch the sky

This alliteration got me slurring
So I apologize

Word up to Samaria it's the substance
The reason I'm in the air
Something like a kite

Now reality sinking in just like
Gravity I'm not falling down

Rap these bars and swear
Air is getting tight

Free Thirty k
And RIP Wan

I'm from seven mile baby
So RIP Richy

R-I-P my uncle Quik

I don't hear anyone that can tear
The beat up I don't feel it

I remember walking up to the store
Eight years old to get
Some cigarettes

Grown man walking pass
Said I'm a grown ass man

Since then hustling strong fifteen
Years old can show you best
How to do the
Money dance

I mean boogie

I hope a real gansta stop
And listen to me

Like the red power ranger
I come in sixth this is
Not a rookie

Like I'm posted up on Ryan
Really preaching to eem

It was so many reasons why I wasn't
Going to make it

Shouldn't been no reason that a nigga
Had statements

Playing in them buffs when you was steady faking

My bro popped organic landrace
Smoking something ancient

Don't ask what G got to do
Up in that basement

Just know it's above dreams and clouds
That we chasing

Gotta endorse that hammer
You want that enterprise¿

Cloth of GDN, CGP and YBI

I got hella fam in and
From two O 5

Bloody blood in them streets
I try to keep the G alive

In my peace best to leave
Me where I be

Really from Detroit

I turn it up because you feel my pain
Standing through the rain

Drowning in this Kratom
Like quicksand as we
Pour up the drink

Motherfucker with the flame
Call me Lui Kang

Two chainz the way the
Ceiling missing

Went a summer without cutting
The grass I was ignorant as
A fuck as to why the
Snakes hissing

Like the spinners keep
It pimping I don't
Got to fidget

Start the beat over so
They can fucking
Feel it

My uncle said have fun with this shit
,But ain't not fun in this bitch nigga
Generation tired of a bitch nigga

They done took all the fun
Niggas out this shit nigga

Yeah turn it up

You gone hate me for every time you
Tried to play me

MKE
TIP TIP

(Say my name twice, Yeah play em nice)

Writer(s): Crosley Johnson

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