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[intro: fn dadealer]
might get on that b*tch with you, know what i’m sayin’?
naw, for real, n*gga
(go crazy, ag)
n*gga godd*mn see all that, but it don’t even matter
see all this sh*t that a n*gga did and went through, n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
huh, woah

[chorus: fn dadealer]
jumped off the porch into the streets just like a g
rubber bands up in my pants, that’s why my pockets deep
we been pushin’ p, talkin’ ’bout exotic weed
i won’t sell ’em high ’cause i can get ’em for the cheap
i just keep havin’ these dreams, they tryna k!ll me in my sleep
i spent thousands on these jeans, okay
i keep pourin’ up this lean, i’m probably p*ssin’ pure codeine
my cup dirty, but i’m clean, okay
[verse 1: fn dadealer]
who the f*ck said i was fallin’ off? no way
n*ggas b*tches, they get cops involved, they got ho ways
i been tryna lock her jaws, in hеr mouth like colgate
me and partnеr was breakin’ laws, he just caught a cold case
turned dreams into reality, i grinded, should be glad for me
they keep tryna tear me down, tryna build a masterpiece
f*ck them n*ggas and whoever say they after me
it’s gon’ be a whole lotta casualties
better not think ’bout jackin’ me
k!llers right on side me
jefe tweakin’ out, say he itchin’ for a body
i ain’t nothin’ like dej loaf, please don’t try me
i ain’t nothin’ like dej loaf, please don’t try me

[chorus: fn dadealer]
jumped off the porch into the streets just like a g
rubber bands up in my pants, that’s why my pockets deep
we been pushin’ p, talkin’ ’bout exotic weed
i won’t sell ’em high ’cause i can get ’em for the cheap
i just keep havin’ these dreams, they tryna k!ll me in my sleep
i spent thousands on these jeans, okay
i keep pourin’ up this lean, i’m probably p*ssin’ pure codeine
my cup dirty, but i’m clean, okay

[verse 2: rylo rodriguez]
[?], n*gga, you probably with the law
pull some money out the bank just for some millions, i was havin’ withdrawals
with a model chick [?] on the day, on purpose, she starvin’ (ain’t n0body [?])
why the f*ck you bringin’ up bodies in songs you recording?
‘nother strike, can’t make a home run, off in the safe, you need a handout
that’s your shooter, he ain’t sh*t, n*gga had a switch, [?] the branch off
your hood b*tches, stayin’ closed just like the stores, but it got a cheaper dinner
i was stylin’, was a booster, most our clothes still had the beepers in ’em
i’m in the hood by the church, granny said no speakin’ when the deacon enter
but we stay and he drive forty minutes home when he done preachin’ in it
had to cut you off, they say you chose, you took the stand and point your finger
still let him know i don’t hate you, b*tch, i’m disappointed in you
we jumped off the porch into the streets just like a g
rubber bands inside my pants, that’s why my pockets deep
a thousand in a week, i’m talkin’ exotic weed
and i won’t sell ’em high ’cause i can get ’em for the cheap
[chorus: fn dadealer]
jumped off the porch into the streets just like a g
rubber bands up in my pants, that’s why my pockets deep
we been pushin’ p, talkin’ ’bout exotic weed
i won’t sell ’em high ’cause i can get ’em for the cheap
i just keep havin’ these dreams, they tryna k!ll me in my sleep
i spent thousands on these jeans, okay
i keep pourin’ up this lean, i’m probably p*ssin’ pure codeine
my cup dirty, but i’m clean, okay

[outro: rylo rodriguez & fn dadealer]
yeah, yeah
okay

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