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You see,
You see,
When I go into the game right now,
it's quite disrespectful.
I didn't mean to make you niggas cry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I don't know no better.
You niggas can't do what I do!
I don't know what she mixed with.
That's too much.
I'm a jersey,
me and Kreps,
dependable in the club.
We'll make them hate it.
I guess it's just a glitch in the matrix.
Strippers laying in my section like pigeons laying on the pavement.
NYPD vans could really get intense on vacation.
Versace did the du-rag,
Picasso with a blue flag.
I can see it in your eyes,
you wanna hurt me,
but you cautious.
I wake up thinking,
Porsche,
that's gon' make these niggas nosey.
Do you really wanna hurt me?
I think you do.
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Why you wanna do it?
Or is it that you're really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
Do you really wanna hurt Dave?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it that you're really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
When I was rebel,
credit scams and EBT. Aiden Amy,
Dave East.
I woke up on BET. VVS, that's all I wanted.
Blue Ray, new DVD. Shaq, fire, niggas front.
BMC, it's hard to breathe.
From home, roll up my sleeve.
Now we eatin', so I got etiquette.
A thousand pills in New Haven.
Let's go to Connecticut, the shade room.
Only post a nigga when it's negative.
Top Olympics, I'm a gold medalist.
When they ask me what category,
I say measurement.
Newspaper around my bed, Vietnam veteran.
Hey, who walkin' up?
Silent niggas be starvin',
they ain't talkin' up.
Circle the block,
cut off the lights,
it ain't dark enough.
You smilin' in my face,
turn your back,
you frownin'.
Try to teach him how to swim,
same niggas drownin'.
When we was talkin', goin' up, same niggas down.
Same reason I don't bring none of these niggas to rap.
She know I got a family, still wanna record.
Why?
I guess she need the proof.
She tellin' us, start a guest.
We be the same bitches that you see on Mardi.
On podcast,
talkin' about you,
why you in your glove?
Do you really wanna hurt, Dave?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it that you really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
Do you really wanna hurt, Dave?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it that you really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
Mass pill,
Sammy,
I got her with Def Jam. Forbes,
Les,
me and Nas,
then I gave my niggas jobs.
Some ain't work out,
but they travel more than they ever did.
Got around women and bosses they woulda never met.
Try to take over the streets,
then it turn into the net.
First class at LaGuardia, then turn into a jet.
They can never write the final chapter till you die.
Every page gangsta,
find an author that can write it.
Do you really wanna see me popped on the block?
Runnin' in your spot, lettin' off a shot.
Call the cops if you don't.
Watch me double back with another Glock.
I'm glazed off of any shot,
I been knockin' pots.
I'm like Philly,
in the lab with Belly,
sippin' Private Stock.
Like I'm Biggie,
in that Coogee,
my youngins like Junior Mott.
I'ma always find my space if you give me Romanacci.
Louis top, Louis hat, Louis shoes, Louis socks.
Baby,
I just don't have the time these days.
I'm in love with the game.
I can't love you too.
You see,
When I go into the game right now,
it's quite disrespectful.
I didn't mean to make you niggas cry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I don't know no better.
You niggas can't do what I do!
I don't know what she mixed with.
That's too much.
I'm a jersey,
me and Kreps,
dependable in the club.
We'll make them hate it.
I guess it's just a glitch in the matrix.
Strippers laying in my section like pigeons laying on the pavement.
NYPD vans could really get intense on vacation.
Versace did the du-rag,
Picasso with a blue flag.
I can see it in your eyes,
you wanna hurt me,
but you cautious.
I wake up thinking,
Porsche,
that's gon' make these niggas nosey.
Do you really wanna hurt me?
I think you do.
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Why you wanna do it?
Or is it that you're really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
Do you really wanna hurt Dave?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it that you're really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
When I was rebel,
credit scams and EBT. Aiden Amy,
Dave East.
I woke up on BET. VVS, that's all I wanted.
Blue Ray, new DVD. Shaq, fire, niggas front.
BMC, it's hard to breathe.
From home, roll up my sleeve.
Now we eatin', so I got etiquette.
A thousand pills in New Haven.
Let's go to Connecticut, the shade room.
Only post a nigga when it's negative.
Top Olympics, I'm a gold medalist.
When they ask me what category,
I say measurement.
Newspaper around my bed, Vietnam veteran.
Hey, who walkin' up?
Silent niggas be starvin',
they ain't talkin' up.
Circle the block,
cut off the lights,
it ain't dark enough.
You smilin' in my face,
turn your back,
you frownin'.
Try to teach him how to swim,
same niggas drownin'.
When we was talkin', goin' up, same niggas down.
Same reason I don't bring none of these niggas to rap.
She know I got a family, still wanna record.
Why?
I guess she need the proof.
She tellin' us, start a guest.
We be the same bitches that you see on Mardi.
On podcast,
talkin' about you,
why you in your glove?
Do you really wanna hurt, Dave?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it that you really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
Do you really wanna hurt, Dave?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it that you really angry, Dave?
And you don't really wanna see me fly?
Mass pill,
Sammy,
I got her with Def Jam. Forbes,
Les,
me and Nas,
then I gave my niggas jobs.
Some ain't work out,
but they travel more than they ever did.
Got around women and bosses they woulda never met.
Try to take over the streets,
then it turn into the net.
First class at LaGuardia, then turn into a jet.
They can never write the final chapter till you die.
Every page gangsta,
find an author that can write it.
Do you really wanna see me popped on the block?
Runnin' in your spot, lettin' off a shot.
Call the cops if you don't.
Watch me double back with another Glock.
I'm glazed off of any shot,
I been knockin' pots.
I'm like Philly,
in the lab with Belly,
sippin' Private Stock.
Like I'm Biggie,
in that Coogee,
my youngins like Junior Mott.
I'ma always find my space if you give me Romanacci.
Louis top, Louis hat, Louis shoes, Louis socks.
Baby,
I just don't have the time these days.
I'm in love with the game.
I can't love you too.
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