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Distraction
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808 Mafia Uh How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh) You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh-uh-uh) Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rapping? Fiend for that Ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsing Bring out the best of me, I'd be a distraction, uh If I tell my stepper, "Come and slide," then he coming And I know it's f*cked up how he daily out there huntin' Heartless living, savage life, that's just how he bummin' But shit, at least it's a nigga I can count on for something, uh We lеt them cannons spark, play with us, get punished, uh Wе really had it hard, now blessings abundant Can tell I hit the top, now they can't wait to see me plummet Like for every win, another L come punch me in my stomach I couldn't even enjoy my birthday, bitch come to me about assumptions They can't f*ck wit' me on my worst day, I done ran it up, all hundreds Baby, Chiraq is my birthplace, if we got a problem, we slump it Hard times spent, it's the worst pain and you never get refunded, uh How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh) You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh-uh-uh) Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rapping? Fiend for that Ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsing Bring out the best of me, I'd be a distraction, uh, uh Twin Glocks, Tia Tamera Yeah, these my new bitches, hit they block with two switches- It make my shottas shoot different We can empty out two hunndred shots in less than two minutes And B' was one of ours, so that shouldn't be a name that you mention Hope when I'm talkin' you listen 'cause I'm just hoping you get it I tell my nigga 'bout his self, it ain't got nothing to do wit' it And you can't call my phone for help, that's if I heard that you snitchin' Don't speak on bodies on your belt, this just ain't how we do business, uh Bad news turn your whole day tragic All they heard was that K clappin' Any problem, we steppin' up like the crate challenge Left my heart on that notepad and that still wasn't enough Lotta snakes bites, got low grass, can't feel or trust How I go so hard, they still discredit my talent Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh) You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh-uh-uh) Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rapping? Fiend for that Ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsing Bring out the best of me, I'd be a distraction, uh
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