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I just pray
That I never lose my day ones
Remember them days
Back when niggas always came up
Robbing every mall
With my homies, wouldn't change none
If I want it, ima take it
Ion even got to ask son
I just pray
That I never lose my day ones
Remember them days
Back when niggas always came up
Robbing every mall
With my homies, wouldn't change none
If I want it, ima take it
Ion even got to ask son
If I want it, ima take it
That's mine
I can see everything
Third eye
Why everybody actin'
Like I'm blind?
Niggas ain't on my level
Always stay high
All my homies stay strapped
Like TechNine
Pass the siracha
I put that shit on all of mines
Hot shit, condiment
Finest spices
Bitch I'm a problem
Like the Cuban Missile Crisis
Expect this time,
Man, a phone call won't fix this
Need more than a call
Shit, I want the whole world bitch
Your favorite rapper?
Man, they all lost their purpose
Paying at the club
You should've stay at home jerkin'
Fuck the whole world
Feeling like I'm stuck with curses
I got a lot to say
That's why I write 'em in these verses
Made in South Central
Where my niggas stealing purses
All about q check
I'm wearing Nike, not Adidas
Middle fingers up
To the ones who just mislead us
Whole lot of special
Ever since I was a fetus
Everybody want problems
'Til they stupid ass meet us
Niggas movin' like arcades
By the way they tryin' to beat us
Trapped in my mind
So my soul is yellin', "Free Us"
Plugs never dry
Shit, they always with that re-up
This is my world
So y'all better keep yo' feet up
Married to the game
I made this bitch sign a prenup
See
I'm taking everything
When I'm done with this bitch
I do it for the skill
Ion care if I'm rich
If you messing with my dawg
You finna meet John Wick
If you actin' like a hoe
Then you better go to Fig
I just pray
That I never lose my day ones
Remember them days
Back when niggas always came up
Robbing every mall
With my homies, wouldn't change none
If I want it, ima take it
Ion even got to ask son
I just pray
That I never lose my day ones
Remember them days
Back when niggas always came up
Robbing every mall
With my homies, wouldn't change none
If I want it, ima take it,
Ion even got to ask son
Came from mobbin' and flockin'
Me n' Jay stay locked in
If I want it, ima cop it
Shit, ain't no option
Blow a bag, get it back
That's how you know you poppin'
I ain't got to check the price
Fuck that window shoppin'
I'm straight clocked in
On the road, to get my chicken up
Heard niggas hatin' on the 'gram
But they ain't real as us
I don't got to gang-bang
To keep this blicky tucked
If it's up then it's stuck
You better live it up
Blick tucked while I
Po' up in the function
Back against the wall
'Cause these niggas be on fuck shit
CJ in the cut
Bro' really down to bust shit
Stay in yo' lane
Before that .40 get to bussin'
Bitch, I'm day one kay
When you lose a couple soilders
It get wicked all day
How you say you from the gang
But go around and change?
If you hangin' with the opps
Then you duckin' these flames
Bitch!
Aye!
Bitch, I'm day one kay
When you lose a couple soilders
It get wicked all day
How you say you from the gang
But go around and change?
If you hangin' with the opps
Then you duckin' these flames
Bitch!
WRITERS
George D., Josue Zevallos
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