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You're a real sick fuck, you know that? Benny boy, how's your family? Ah, not bad, boy You know, we had to move my father to another old folks home Hey, I got my own fuckin' problems Yeah, yeah Ayy, this motherfucker point like a pen If you ain't independent, like if you signed to a label, I don't even wan' work with you, all that Gotta get approval and shit for you to release some shit and Gotta ask this nigga if you can drop and all this Gotta get permission and shit Boss up Yeah, you niggas can't high-post and you know who seein' ya How can you be antisocial on social media? So remedial, drilled to the core, real as before Too many cousins in your bed, you had to chill on the floor Imagine tellin' older niggas on the court Don't do that to lil' homie, fam, give him his ball If your mama gave you a dollar, you could buy a whole meal from the store Canned soda and chips, a pan on the stove with the fish Let it land over the grits He think he rich 'cause he know his mans owe him a brick Go on a trip where the Crips and Bloods can co-exist Let's go to Saint-Tropez, it's cold as a bitch This the Atlanta Braves throwin' a pitch Letras de cancionesI lost three uncles in three years, let's be clear I walk these jungles beneath fear, and we here I thought they'd be humble, but he weird Still don't give a fuck what you say I'm cuttin' up your toupée Wish my nigga O went rap before he said "What's up?" to Lupe Brown-colored new bae lookin' like a cup of D'USSÉ I handled the work, embezzled my hand in the dirt Been missin' they kid, I was hearin' them AMBER Alerts Understandin' what hurts is pain-driven All them days I was stuck in the rain that came with it Can't complain, it'll drive you insane, we made different In this game, gotta drive through the lane like Blake Griffin Different game, same system I'd be lyin' if I told you that I was that same nigga You'd be lyin' if you told me that you was a made nigga You still tryna convince these crackers we ain't niggas? You still tryna convince these rappers your chain bigger? It's that feeling when Michael and Quincy just made Thriller Martin told Coretta he wants whatever that came with her A killer, this that 2022 J Dilla Energy already good, I don't need no sage, nigga I ain't your barber, still could catch your fade, nigga Modern day grave diggers I'm a self-made nigga, I literally made millions Stop playin' in my building, nigga, stay up out your feelings, nigga One From Letras Mania