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(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gotitt)
I feel like the streets needed me
Might fold a nigga up, I be up in myself
Needed a nigga like me
Needed a bag, they ain't even point the finger at me
(FOREVEROLLING)
Mmm-mmm, don't give a f*ck though
Yeah, yeah, yeah (and f*ck a nigga, still)

I thought everything I lost, I'm 'posed to get it back (I'm 'posed to get that shit back)
I lost my mind, I don't know how, 'cause my head still attached
The way you love me with the same heart that you love a rat (rats)
And never check a nigga talkin' 'bout me behind my back
Know I'm a villain in my city, not 'cause how I rap (not 'cause how I rap)
Because I'll pay a hundred racks to get a nigga whacked
(Because I'll pay a hundred bands to get him dressed)
Dude had a diss, he thought for sure it'd put him on the map (lil' pussy on the map)
Slowed up his progress when them chopper bullets hit his back (brr, brr)
It's me and KC in the circle, whip it up from scratch
He love me like he love himself, so play with him, you stretched
Off in your trail, we movin' bales, from pressin' the brick
I wasn't the first to make it out, but I did it the best (you know I did this shit the best)
Even though I killed and let you eat first
Just leave me the rest (you know I keep what I killed)
Before I let a nigga stretch me, I'll die in a wreck (I'll die behind that)
I'd rather get it off my chest, 'fore I die with regret (before I die, nigga)
Nigga a rat and hope a neckless'll help us forget (rat)
Boy you a shimp, I asked the streets said you wouldn't be missed
I told him, "Link up and let's hit," but he didn't, he a bitch

No way they real as me
When it was tight, I still had bricks of ice for ten a piece
I got a million for the judge, before he send it free
Do somethin' to you, I'm sendin' niggas on a killin' spree
Although you gone, you know I miss you, like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me
I own you guns, just know I miss you like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me

Who say it's up with me? I'm out here, I don't see nobody (I don't see nobody)
No further questions 'bout my section, you can read about us
Mama'll say I was ungrateful, I ain't wanna wear Chucks
She gone, I miss her, 'less I'm high then I don't feel her love
I paid the streets from me and Ric, they try put us up
I told myself five times before, two more should be enough
I won't live forever too, so I'ma shoot my gun (I'ma shoot my gun)
The second place the first to lose, I don't do runner-up
Like when you need me, name a time that I ain't comin' clutch
(Like I ain't comin' clutch every time)
You dropped a bomb, but we was dogs, so I'm pick it up
I'm askin' Austin, "Why Lee cross us? I ain't do him nothin'
I did so much, still don't feel nothin' like I ain't did enough (hmm)

No way they real as me
When it was tight, I still had bricks of ice for ten a piece
I got a million for the judge, before he send it free
Do somethin' to you, I'm sendin' niggas on a killin' spree
Although you gone, you know I miss you, like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me
I own you guns, just know I miss you like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me
(Know I miss you like you missin' me, my nigga)
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(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gotitt)
I feel like the streets needed me
Might fold a nigga up, I be up in myself
Needed a nigga like me
Needed a bag, they ain't even point the finger at me
(FOREVEROLLING)
Mmm-mmm, don't give a f*ck though
Yeah, yeah, yeah (and f*ck a nigga, still)

I thought everything I lost, I'm 'posed to get it back (I'm 'posed to get that shit back)
I lost my mind, I don't know how, 'cause my head still attached
The way you love me with the same heart that you love a rat (rats)
And never check a nigga talkin' 'bout me behind my back
Know I'm a villain in my city, not 'cause how I rap (not 'cause how I rap)
Because I'll pay a hundred racks to get a nigga whacked
(Because I'll pay a hundred bands to get him dressed)
Dude had a diss, he thought for sure it'd put him on the map (lil' pussy on the map)
Slowed up his progress when them chopper bullets hit his back (brr, brr)
It's me and KC in the circle, whip it up from scratch
He love me like he love himself, so play with him, you stretched
Off in your trail, we movin' bales, from pressin' the brick
I wasn't the first to make it out, but I did it the best (you know I did this shit the best)
Even though I killed and let you eat first
Just leave me the rest (you know I keep what I killed)
Before I let a nigga stretch me, I'll die in a wreck (I'll die behind that)
I'd rather get it off my chest, 'fore I die with regret (before I die, nigga)
Nigga a rat and hope a neckless'll help us forget (rat)
Boy you a shimp, I asked the streets said you wouldn't be missed
I told him, "Link up and let's hit," but he didn't, he a bitch

No way they real as me
When it was tight, I still had bricks of ice for ten a piece
I got a million for the judge, before he send it free
Do somethin' to you, I'm sendin' niggas on a killin' spree
Although you gone, you know I miss you, like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me
I own you guns, just know I miss you like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me

Who say it's up with me? I'm out here, I don't see nobody (I don't see nobody)
No further questions 'bout my section, you can read about us
Mama'll say I was ungrateful, I ain't wanna wear Chucks
She gone, I miss her, 'less I'm high then I don't feel her love
I paid the streets from me and Ric, they try put us up
I told myself five times before, two more should be enough
I won't live forever too, so I'ma shoot my gun (I'ma shoot my gun)
The second place the first to lose, I don't do runner-up
Like when you need me, name a time that I ain't comin' clutch
(Like I ain't comin' clutch every time)
You dropped a bomb, but we was dogs, so I'm pick it up
I'm askin' Austin, "Why Lee cross us? I ain't do him nothin'
I did so much, still don't feel nothin' like I ain't did enough (hmm)

No way they real as me
When it was tight, I still had bricks of ice for ten a piece
I got a million for the judge, before he send it free
Do somethin' to you, I'm sendin' niggas on a killin' spree
Although you gone, you know I miss you, like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me
I own you guns, just know I miss you like you missin' me
'Til you come home, just know I miss you, like you missin' me
(Know I miss you like you missin' me, my nigga)
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Writer: Jeffrey Lynn Jr. Jones, John Carlos Ramirez, Vincent Charette, George A. III Stone
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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