No I can't run from no shit that was made for me
All of this shit
Be so lame to me
Everywhere I go
I got gang with me
I keep some change on me
And these chains on me
Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
I think my niggas done saved the streets
Burn down the booth ain't taming me
Ain't no changing me
And I got that rage in me
Uh
And I got Dat pain in me
Jump off the porch with dat flame on me
None of these niggas
The same as me
They so lame to me
They can't hang with me
All dese Lor bitches
Want fame from me
That's cool
Just gimme some brain at least
& I think this money been changing me
Cuz 10k
Just ain't the same to me
Kush it be keeping me higher
This shit get crazy
I'm deep in the wire
Check my appraisal
Then check my attire
Ima young baller
And hell of a shiner
These bitches
Back back to back cuz I'm popping
I ain't even doubling back I got options
I know they going go
I'm young rich and I'm handsome
I got some luv that run deep in Atlanta
I'm good on the streets
And I'm G in the slammer
He play with me ain't no question
I blam him
Cartier accessories
So attractive
This like a half a key
On my jacket
I'm smoking rapper weed
But I'm trapping
Fucc round
And hit a sale while I'm rapping
They look at me like you lucky Lor
Bastard
I run up that money
I run through a package
No I can't run from no shit that was made for me
All of this shit
Be so lame to me
Everywhere I go
I got gang with me
I keep some change on me
And these chains on me
Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
I think my niggas done saved the streets
Burn down the booth ain't taming me
Ain't no changing me
And I got that rage in me
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English
No I can't run from no shit that was made for me
All of this shit
Be so lame to me
Everywhere I go
I got gang with me
I keep some change on me
And these chains on me
Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
I think my niggas done saved the streets
Burn down the booth ain't taming me
Ain't no changing me
And I got that rage in me
Uh
And I got Dat pain in me
Jump off the porch with dat flame on me
None of these niggas
The same as me
They so lame to me
They can't hang with me
All dese Lor bitches
Want fame from me
That's cool
Just gimme some brain at least
& I think this money been changing me
Cuz 10k
Just ain't the same to me
Kush it be keeping me higher
This shit get crazy
I'm deep in the wire
Check my appraisal
Then check my attire
Ima young baller
And hell of a shiner
These bitches
Back back to back cuz I'm popping
I ain't even doubling back I got options
I know they going go
I'm young rich and I'm handsome
I got some luv that run deep in Atlanta
I'm good on the streets
And I'm G in the slammer
He play with me ain't no question
I blam him
Cartier accessories
So attractive
This like a half a key
On my jacket
I'm smoking rapper weed
But I'm trapping
Fucc round
And hit a sale while I'm rapping
They look at me like you lucky Lor
Bastard
I run up that money
I run through a package
No I can't run from no shit that was made for me
All of this shit
Be so lame to me
Everywhere I go
I got gang with me
I keep some change on me
And these chains on me
Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
I think my niggas done saved the streets
Burn down the booth ain't taming me
Ain't no changing me
And I got that rage in me
All of this shit
Be so lame to me
Everywhere I go
I got gang with me
I keep some change on me
And these chains on me
Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
I think my niggas done saved the streets
Burn down the booth ain't taming me
Ain't no changing me
And I got that rage in me
Uh
And I got Dat pain in me
Jump off the porch with dat flame on me
None of these niggas
The same as me
They so lame to me
They can't hang with me
All dese Lor bitches
Want fame from me
That's cool
Just gimme some brain at least
& I think this money been changing me
Cuz 10k
Just ain't the same to me
Kush it be keeping me higher
This shit get crazy
I'm deep in the wire
Check my appraisal
Then check my attire
Ima young baller
And hell of a shiner
These bitches
Back back to back cuz I'm popping
I ain't even doubling back I got options
I know they going go
I'm young rich and I'm handsome
I got some luv that run deep in Atlanta
I'm good on the streets
And I'm G in the slammer
He play with me ain't no question
I blam him
Cartier accessories
So attractive
This like a half a key
On my jacket
I'm smoking rapper weed
But I'm trapping
Fucc round
And hit a sale while I'm rapping
They look at me like you lucky Lor
Bastard
I run up that money
I run through a package
No I can't run from no shit that was made for me
All of this shit
Be so lame to me
Everywhere I go
I got gang with me
I keep some change on me
And these chains on me
Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
I think my niggas done saved the streets
Burn down the booth ain't taming me
Ain't no changing me
And I got that rage in me