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    Who ride with ya and who'd stay? (Who'd stay?)
    Who'd die for ya and who'd wait? (Who'd wait?)
    Bullets fly, steady kicking, Bruce Wayne
    45 on my side for a pussy, move weight

    Boy, I promise I won't lie to ya
    I'm getting paper (paper)
    Noose tied, but my time is never wasted
    Heard you wanna get by, ain't no way

    If you push up on me, boy, I let the choppa get a plate
    I smoke the blunt, I'm gettin' high, lil boy, I'm fired up
    It's a hard life, but bitch, I promise that ain't mine (that ain't mine)
    I'm steppin' over money like I'm workin' over time, bruh

    Wake up, count it up, and feel the Sun up in my eyes
    Watch the smoke up in the sky (sky, sky)
    Bitch, I'm livid
    Tote fire incase a mother fucker trippin'

    Bitch, I'm in the ride, slide by with a semi
    Know my lifestyle, it be gettin' to my mental
    Something in this tree got my memory slippin'
    40 OZ's in the bag, and I flip it

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    If you want war, bullets fly any second
    Pocket watchin', bitch, like every year I get a million, bitch
    Yeah, lil bitch, I'm gassed up
    Passed out off them drugs, I done took the fast route

    Bi-bitch, I'm in your city
    Count it up, I'm thumbin' 50s
    Up and stuck, this shit get shifty
    Watch this drum, knock back, get lifted, lift 'em

    Dizzy, spinnin', pitty drivin'
    Jeans, 2K, don't fit me (fit me)
    Whatever I say, I live it
    Fit handmade, this shit ain't thrifted, damn (damn)

    Who ride with ya and who'd stay? (Who'd stay?)
    Who'd die for ya and who'd wait? (Who'd wait?)
    Bullets fly, steady kicking, Bruce Wayne
    45 on my side for a pussy, move weight

    Boy, I promise I won't lie to ya
    I'm getting paper (paper)
    Noose tied, but my time is never wasted
    Heard you wanna get by, ain't no way

    If you push up on me, boy, I let the choppa get a plate
    I smoke the blunt, I'm gettin' high, lil boy, I'm fired up
    It's a hard life, but bitch, I promise that ain't mine (that ain't mine)
    I'm steppin' over money like I'm workin' over time, bruh

    Wake up, count it up, and feel the Sun up in my eyes
    Watch the smoke up in the sky

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    Composition: 1nonly

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