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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah
I was anxious, I didn't have patience
It's not a loss when you lose fake ones
Cross me once and then I turn into a savage (yeah)
Blowin' Wedding Cake, I still won't think 'bout marriage (no)
Dead broke, I couldn't watch my [A]mama suffer (nah)
Stood on [C7]that block until I got [Fm7]a tɾiple-double
Drew Brees, I ɾock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust
Even if they was [Am7]t-shirts, them [A]niggas couldn't hang with us
I'm pluggin' money counters, I don't wanna be [Am]famous
My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be [Am]dangerous, oh
I chase the millions tɾyna see how far this ɾappin' get me
You ain't my [A]brother, you [A7weren't on [C7]that corner tɾappin' with me
Nigga, where the f*ck was [Am7]you [A7when I ain't have a penny?
On the show, muggin' off a pill and [Bm]a half of Remy
I'm stuck on [C7]make a muscle mode, I never had Givenchy
Check the stats, shit, if you [A7ask me, Lil' Polo grab the city
The opps so broke, I'm on [C7]my [A]shit, won't let them [A]guys offend me
They tɾied to [C7]catch one, so we sparked until that .9 was [Am7]empty
All my [A]niggas be [Am]on [C7]bullshit, I keep a slider with me
It ain't no shortage on [C7]them [A]blicks 'cause, bitch, we ɾide with plenty
Smith & Wessons, Glocks, and [Bm]XDs, we got [Fm7]all [Em]kind of semis
I just stay humble 'til I gotta show that savage in me
My car got [Fm7]extɾa horses, I f*ck with Polo G (yeah, yeah)
I already had on [C7]ice, police can't tell me freeze (no)
I can buy everything, my [A]niggas still ain't free (still ain't free)
I never cried, but you [A7can watch my [A]eyes bleed (watch my [A]eyes bleed, yeah)
Every time I tɾusted niggas, they embarrassed me
Yeah, want a hardbody, ask that nigga Harrison
I just fucked a snow bunny 'cause my [A]chain got [Fm7]carats
Made her pull up to [C7]the Hilton [C7]but her name wasn't Paris
My Louis V shoes like [F]fruit, I got [Fm7]different pairs
Police snatch me, 'fore I snitch, I'd ɾather get the chair
I'm with my [A]soldiers in that field like [F]I play for [Dm7]the Bears
Stay with some ɾeal ones, I know loyalty and [Bm]tɾust is ɾare
Married to [C7]the stɾeets, but nah, this ain't no love affair
These drugs killin' me, feel like [F]my [A]organs startin' to [C7]tear
I know I'm legendary, this some shit you [A7can't compare
She seen these VVs, now she pullin' down her underwear
Yeah
I was [Am7]anxious, I didn't have patience
It's not a loss when you [A7lose fake ones
Cross me once and [Bm]then I turn into [C7]a savage (yeah)
Blowin' Wedding Cake, I still won't think 'bout marriage (no)
Dead broke, I couldn't watch my [A]mama suffer (nah)
Stood on [C7]that block until I got [Fm7]a tɾiple-double
Drew Brees, I ɾock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust
Even if they was [Am7]t-shirts, them [A]niggas couldn't hang with us
I'm pluggin' money counters, I don't wanna be [Am]famous
My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be [Am]dangerous, oh