| Huh
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| Know what I’m sayin'?
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| This my type of music right here
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| Ayo
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| I’m tryna figure where the team went
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| We all took risks, broke bread, had a real agreement
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| When you was locked, I sent you pink slips when you need it
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| Said I’d be there soon as your feet feel the cement
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| But niggas ain’t as real as me here
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| If I ain’t help you, think of the position you still would be in
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| You fell victim to your inner demon
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| It’s inconvenient when somebody say they with ya
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| But don’t really mean it
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| You went behind my back pillow-speakin'
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| Hear the secrets get to spillin' to these bitches
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| When you feel a grievance
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| I never thought that we would end up beefin'
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| I shoulda seen it, but couldn’t
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| Still tryna find the missin' pieces
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| Like I wasn’t there with your nieces
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| You was incarcerated
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| Know your father hate it and sister speechless
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| And I could get you hit the cheapest
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| But I’ll put in my own work
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| Do dirt 'til I sit beneath it
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| We was kids, you had a plug, was gettin' it cheaper
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| And we was all in the trap eatin' chicken and pizza
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| You never let me meet your plug, this why it’s deeper
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| I met mine and let mine officially meet ya
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| And that situation, life-changer
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| If I had to use words to explain it, I would write pages
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| But the way we playin', quite dangerous
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| We was like brothers, now that money got us like strangers
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| Huh, know what I’m sayin'?
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| That’s just what the money do sometimes, you know?
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| Make you fall out with niggas you been cool with since the motherfuckin' sixth
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| grade and shit
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| Huh
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| Motherfuckers get short-term memory and shit
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| You know what I mean?
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| They forget about
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| You know, all that other shit
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| Ayo
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| How could you steal from me?
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| You 'posed to be my sister
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| How could you ever think to hurt me?
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| And now, reconsider
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| Two years passed and I’m still not speakin' with ya
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| Like Big said, money and family is an evil mixture
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| I was there when you need it, nigga
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| For the kids, I put food in the crib
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| And gave you weed and liquor
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| I never thought that I’d be beefin' with ya
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| But you never miss the water 'til it’s gone
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| And you don’t see the picture
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| And to my ex-girl, I don’t regret you leavin'
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| I’m kinda glad that you gone, I needed extra freedom
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| Every day I’m gettin' special treatment
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| And I wake up feelin' like I just left a successful meetin'
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| These niggas wanna catch you sleepin'
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| It be the same ones you looked out for, and gave 'em extra pieces
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| It’s jealousy that kept you speakin'
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| I might pull up with the windows down, that’s just to let you peek in 'em
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| Trust |