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My life made me a warrior been through some shit,
No plans to sell my soul but my trust stay in 6
Just kids up on that playground we was playin liqs,
Who woulda though wed actually upgrade to sticks,
It stay cold,
Stayin solid i cant ever break my mold,
Ask around even in a cell i couldnt ever fold,
I got a deal, naw, i aint ever fuckin told,
I learn from vets, you take advice just cuz they old
I disappeared
shout out to the real who kept me in they mind,
N shout out to the fake who put knives in my spine,
I knew that love was fake but this shit outta line,
You earn love and respect you dont get shit for cryin,
Told her, least im fuckin tryin,
She talkin bout her ex, i dont pay no mind,
I glew her up before me she aint have no shine,
Im sippin tea to destress from them crooked times
Now im happy with my new bitch,
In a night i go max payne we make 2 clips,
Put that on god i cant plot up on no loose bitch,
Cuz thats gon drive you psycho in a news sitch,
Aint no play boy,
But she give me play boy,
I know where they stay boy,
I know where they hang boy,
I do not play games boy,
Dont press me like no gameboy
Cuz we could make trades boy,
Like the stock exchange boy,
& that is not a diss,
Any shot that i send out its gon fuckin hit
Any plot that i send out, is gonna make a flip,
Aint no names that i keep on my brain,
Just talkin shit, like on this beat might leave a stain,
Thats kinda funny,
But bet that you wont get it cuz you dummy,
Hope you happy hadda switch it up
Hadda go & step my game up, went to pick it up,
Oh you got yourself a pistol but wont lift it up?
Oh you got yourself a bitch, but she dont give it up?
You pick your clothes, you wearin what you wanna feel,
Just talkin shit, dont give a fuck about no feels,
Was offin clips but we aint have no camera reels,
Damn, this shit is gettin too real,
If the feds come knockin, tell them boys we tellin tales,
Tell them boys that we dont know nothin about no sales,
She done with textin want me feelin her like braile,
Like she seen a ghost i shake her up & leave her pale,
You aint even know she like that,
I bet that you aint never even sight that
Rough life i lived has only taught me fight back,
So if you push me bet that im gon have to strike back,
- Genre
- Trap