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I know they thought it was over I just was just gettin this bread I ain’t slow up Really stood in the field as youngin so I’m only steppin outside with my thrower Drippin in fashion, I model for nova Boutta go buy me some ice like I’m polar Only lil shawty that’s makin it happen, I really get craccin, you know what I throw up Goat of my city never need a list, they was on the gram I was makin hits Go make a band, for you make a diss Speakin on the fam, turn em to a kid My Opposition keep making these stories, they hope I react I’m as lit as it get Shawty was all on my page for the moment, now she wanna rap and done turned to a Crip They keep on asking bout when I’m gon drop, (HUH) when I do it be legendary Got a deal, only spin when it’s necessary And we aimin for hearts like it’s February When they tried to come hit up my blocc, we, turned they V to a cemetery You ain’t smokin on nothing but truffle berry I’m the Top Dawg, see you secondary Cuz I’m all gifted Took a L now we all winnin You a child in the wrong village You speak on the gang then we all spinnin Look If I got the wrong feeling I look at my Dawg and he gon get em And we turn ya ooters to all victims Me against 2 and I’m gon hit one Shook up the town and I ain’t even curse Got me a M and I ain’t even twerk Lit on my own, and I ain’t need a verse If you reach for my neck, you’ll probably be a shirt You only tuff when ya mask awn Play the front but I’ll never get backdoored I’m the shawty they mention when speakin on steppin that’s why I could flaunt in my raps more From Letras Mania