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(A new era will begin)
(Ayy, [?])

No, they don't love me like they say they love me
'Cause you around me, that don't mean I trust you
And it's gon' hurt to say "F**k you," but f**k you
I burnt the bridges with the fakers when they show they colors
But this sh*t that I get high to, uh
This that sh*t that I'ma slide to
I tried to stop but I can't so I keep poppin' these pills
I lost so many to the streets so I don't know how to feel's
It's kind of hard to live

Losing a black n***a to these streets is kind of accurate
I bet they spinned up in this club, you know I'm packin' it
Patchin' sh*t, whackin' sh*t, yeah, they know I'm clappin' sh*t
These is disrespect for b*t*hes, grown man, you know I'm slappin' sh*t
Ice out my jewelry I feel it's healing my pain
No, I won't lie, since I start rapping my sh*t ain't been the same
We in the streets it's do to die, but don't get locked in them chains
Buy moms a house halfway in the mountain for them nights in the rain (Bow)
Heard that gunshot and hear my brother cryin'
Racks and Percocets can make a n***a feel alive
I say that's f**ked up, they went blind when I was tryna shine
My n***a, he stole from me, when I asked why he steady lyin' (Huh)

Cherrish yo' life before they take yo' sh*t
Painted depression
Seeing my eyes, was taking pics
Hoodrich and wealthy, I'm slidin' in the latest sh*t
My b*t*h she blessed me, I went and f**ked another b*t*h (I'm wrong for that)
He actin' like we brothers, he want a song or some
He can b*t*h about the spot like is you giving over somethin'?
Every time I turn around it's like a n***a wrong 'fore some
Got up off my a** and chased that bag, I'm always wantin' somethin'
Hold that bag, don't think about takin' me out
Say f**k n***a, you'll so sleep on the couch
I'm from the four-way, they say this sh*t a deathtrap
His a** was speakin' on my name and he got left there

Ice out my jewelry I feel it's healing my pain
No, I won't lie, since I start rapping my sh*t ain't been the same
We in the streets it's do to die, but don't get locked in them chains
Buy moms a house halfway in the mountain for them nights in the rain (Bow)
Heard that gunshot and hear my brother cryin'
Racks and Percocets can make a n***a feel alive
I say that's f**ked up, they went blind when I was tryna shine
My n***a, he stole from me, when I asked why he steady lyin'
No, they don't love me like they say they love me
'Cause you around me, that don't mean I trust you
And it's gon' hurt to say "F**k you," but f**k you
I burnt the bridges with the fakers when they show they colors
But this sh*t that I get high to, uh
This that sh*t that I'ma slide to
I tried to stop but I can't so I keep poppin' these pills
I lost so many to the streets so I don't know how to feel's
It's kind of hard to live

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