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(Love can be so cruel) All of a sudden, I'm in a dream (Love got me on you) Just lookin' at you has made it begin What Juicy say? He like, "Shut the fuck up!" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh R.I.P. Bankroll, R.I.P. Nipsey R.I.P. Smoke Dawg, R.I.P. Jimmy R.I.P. Pop Smoke, that shit got me stressed R.I.P. X-X-X-X-X I got three oppositions that might fuck 'round and blow (Blow) I just plot, then I watch, get 'em bust down for low (Low) Ooh, that's Flock, he got the Glock And he got the drop, don't get shot You get caught slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin' You gon' get mopped I can't tell if he real or pussy, hmm, I'm tryna decipher Me and my brodie used to live a good life, now he a lifer Now he a killer, now he gorilla Tryna be dope, now he a dealer Movin' that gas, come get a fill-up Premium-grade, no Reggie Miller, uh iPhone 1 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh) pull up, take it, uh (Brr) My iPhone 2 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh) get it with the crew (Brr) Letras de cancionesiPhone 8 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh) niggas had the Drac' (Da-da-da) iPhone X, leave a nigga late Bitch, I'm not with that cappin' or extra fakin' And I'm sending them shots with no explanation Bullets rain on your block, precipitation When me and JAM slide, no miscommunication I was only sixteen when our house got raided I was only thirteen and incarcerated Been this way since a child, need no validation You gon' die from this smoke, cancer patient R.I.P. too explicit, I'm XXX Sarutobi, I die for my men, that's facts If I'm takin' your shit, you can't get that back Do not turn his music on, that's that cap 7.62, shit, that's my type, no Saweetie I might splatter his blood on the wall, no graffiti Stick in my hand, do a spell like I'm Keke Bad bitch wanna do 69, no FEFE iPhone 1 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) pull up, take it, uh My iPhone 2 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) get it with the crew iPhone 8 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) niggas had the Drac' (Da-da-da) iPhone X (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) leave a nigga late Bitch, I'm not with that cappin' or extra fakin' And I'm sending them shots with no explanation Bullets rain on your block, precipitation When me and JAM slide, no miscommunication I was only sixteen when our house got raided I was only thirteen and incarcerated Been this way since a child, need no validation You gon' die from this smoke, cancer patient All of a sudden, I'm in a dream Just lookin' at you has made it begin (X-X-X-X-X, yeah) It's a crazy world but I know how to move Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom I'm still up like fuck a snooze, fuck a loss and fuck a lose Nigga, any day, it could be fuck you Bust you, then bust at you I ain't tryna be workin' when I'm forty-two I don't like new niggas on me, who is you? Pardon me, I'm comin' through And when I do, it's fifty K on me Got two hundred K in a rainy day fund Like let it rain on me They don't know who to point out So they gonna put the blame on me I always hear the same story Let a bitch try to take something from me I'll show a bitch why she should've never came for it iPhone 1 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) pull up, take it, uh My iPhone 2 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) get it with the crew iPhone 8 (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) niggas had the Drac' (Da-da-da) iPhone X (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh) leave a nigga late How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? Yeah, yeah How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? Yeah, yeah How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah All of a sudden, I'm in a dream Just lookin' at you has made it begin From Letras Mania