BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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be somethin
- tell em i was gon be something That broke shit made me sick, small appetite with a weak stomach
- Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin' just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
- Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
- Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
- Thirty in the mag, you get body bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
- Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
- I'm just gon' keep stompin'
- Plottin on the come up, we was schemin'
- Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
- I was tryna cope through them hard times
- For them X pills, I was fiendin
- Dysfunctional, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason
- Really you don't even gotta be here
- I done got so used to people leavin'
- nigga its fuck u and i mean it
- Couple situations left me traumatized
- Now I say less 'cause I'm speechless
- If my brother need it, then I got him
- Man, the whole gang know how I'm bleedin'
- Tryna wake up from them nightmares, devil in my ear while I'm dreamin'
- In my past life, did some bad things, I know karma tryna get even
- Tryna get away from all the drama
- Hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin'
- Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
- That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
- Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
- And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
- Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
- Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
- Thirty in the mag, you get body bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumping
- Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin
- These niggas nothin' like me, I am one of one
- Take the Bentley, four hundred, I pay the bond
- You ain't scarin' no one with no gun in this bitch
- Everybody go dumb in this bitch
- Niggas hoes and they mama a bitch
- In the hood like Obama and shit
- Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
- Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin'
- Different foreign cars, ain't none of 'em rented
- Hundred million cash, I'm comin' to get it
- Out in Cali', but my mind in the trenches
- I advise the boy to play his position
- Run it up and show love to my city
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