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I got your bitch in here chilling with me, bet she know every word to this verse

I could take her right out of the street. but I'd rather just put myself first

How I grew up I was smoking on weed, selling the mid but was keeping the purp

Two AM when I'm getting back home, I go straight to sleep and then go back to work

I know she not the one, but damn, she kind of fun though

I swing for the fences I don't never try to bunt ho

If they find out what I've done, I won't see the sun

And I tell every girl that she the only one

Yall bag so small yall ain't got no funds

I'm running through mils like I eat them for lunch

Spent my life chasing riches I grew up in rags