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I get treated differently now that I got my bag up Had no other choice when I was young I went to trap drugs In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up Bitch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for Bitch get out your feelings Snitching on himself and asking how he talk to 12 Well that's the way he talk the flag bro Fuck up out your feelings Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these bitches That's a good way to get back though First day up out the county, big stack of blues I'm counting Just hired an accountant, got more drip than a fountain Long way from public housing, these kicks on me was a thousand Kidnap your boo like Bowser, while sipping on juice all drowsy This ain't no Trish I'm pouring, got more drip than the ocean Alphabet boys keep probing, JT diamonds keep me frozen Long as she run an enemy, remind if she be hoeing Sold a lot of 'ye, to my success it was a key component Chains on my neck, a real garby, DA compared me to Godi Never did dirt with you 'cause I'm afraid in a jam you would put the blame on me When I said that I could get you a feature with Drake, we ain't talking 'bout Aubrey Suckers be hating me largely, around the spliffs I got more beef than Arby's You could keep the clout, I don't got time for Q and A's Freddie Krueger grill to match the Freddy Krueger chain She's an oxymoron way she gave me stupid brain Letras de cancionesPop on them tripping, ain't nobody shooting strains I get treated differently now that I got my bag up Had no other choice when I was young I went to trap drugs In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up Bitch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for Bitch get out your feelings Snitching on himself and asking how he talk to 12 Well that's the way he talk the flag bro Fuck up out your feelings Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these bitches That's a good way to get back though Hoe why you mad like TV? I ball like Madden, easy Like Steve they Mad, 'em see me With sticks like "That's a teepee" How you a Mac and PC? Pop like Mike Jackson, hehe Like bruh got cast to be me Said blood gon' have to be me Bitch didn't believe in me back then when I was broke as shit Heard I got a ticket, now want tickets to my show and shit Bitch used to call bad b's on me, I knew she for sure a snitch I was sick, now all that alter-brain homage is over with The diamonds come logic with staring Used to rock it like Ozzy, no Sharon I do all my dirt by my lonely, you needed a homie, that means no comparing When I said that I could get you a feature with Tech, wasn't talking 'bout Aaron (No) If you see me with that Pie-Rx then don't worry 'bout nothing, just running errands (Yo) Dousing the ghosts like they dead bloods They had loafs in they mouths, ain't no breadcrumbs If this rapping don't work and the feds come Get that dope out the mattress like bed bugs You picked up and had it, I was fed drugs So much blood on my hands look like red gloves Now I tear through the paper like check stubs Aye man, drumming that bitch on my Questlove I get treated differently now that I got my bag up Had no other choice when I was young I went to trap drugs In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up Bitch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for Bitch get out your feelings Snitching on himself and asking how he talk to 12 Well that's the way he talk the flag bro Fuck up out your feelings Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these bitches That's a good way to get back though From Letras Mania