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Heart Burn
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BandGang Lonnie Bands
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Hold on n***as rich with a lot of guns Hey, I ran this sh*t up with my mama's son Hey, the streets gave me heartburn, got me chewin' Tums How the f**k my net worth a mil' and somethin'? I came from runnin' from 5-0, now I got the Benz turbo Came from wearin' my brother's clothes, now I'm buyin' out the whole store Would you believe me if I told you that my best friend murdered folks? No limit on the fully, G Herbo I lost half of my friends, I'd be lyin' if I told you I wasn't really hurt though But I knew since a kid, the game I was hoppin' in, was really cutthroat Tellin', it ain't hard to get a bankroll, get a custo I'm tirеd of sellin' dope, therе's only two ways that sh*t goes Six feet or an orange jumpsuit on f**k that, I put it in the songs, I gotta touch some souls Give game to my youngins, you gon' be somethin' f**k all that bullsh*t that you was once told My teacher told me too, I ain't sh*t but a street thug Somebody tell that b*t*h I got a million-dollar home I was just on Mark Twain with a pill machine Forever paid, he was really rich at fifteen Yeah, it used to be dog food, hundred a G, EST Now it's a thousand grams in that bag of Pedigree I used to listen to my fiends when they lectured me 'Cause 24/7, they the only ones in the street I don't judge by the look, I judge by the greed Left hook, right hook, that's how the blessings be This sh*t ain't on me, boy, it's in my genes All I did was get focused and spread my wings Cut the toxic sh*t around me, got my soul clean Had to get closer to God, the devil was controlling me Had to tighten up, feel myself gettin' back to the old me The bold me, take your bling bling and put it on me Don't watch my Instagram every day and think you really know me 'Cause I don't internet bang with the police We is hoppin' out them stolies Leavin' n***as flat and slow leaks (Hey) We was out takin' n***as' Rollies Don't reach unless you want holes in your face like a goalie Huh, no fakin' Caught my first hundred thousand in my grandma's basement (Huh) n***a, the streets raised me n***a, now this rap sh*t, I'm 'bout to take it In Little Haiti, man, they treat me like I'm Haitian Detroit baby, I was raised in them vacants I'm the voice of the poverty What you know 'bout not havin' a pot to pee, in? n***a, havin' nothin' to eat? And wonder why we commit all these robberies What you know about scared, n***a, to go to sleep 'Cause you see so many RIPs in your dreams
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