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NBA Young Boy 38
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Fact
I remember I ain't had nun I had to go get me some racks I was hustling at the store, tryna get me some cash A month ago I was broke, I ain't never goin back In these streets it ain't no joke, so you know I keep a strap
They wanna kill me cause I'm next to blow You know I ain't goin out like that But I grind hard so you get where I'm at, I'ma blow bout that Gave him my trust and I burned from it I should've known better than that I done bossed up, I ain't trippin' nah just remember that I done kept it real with you, you know I ain't lyin that's a fact I done rode for niggas out there they changed on me and he know that's a fact Kept it real with all my niggas and that's a fact Say that they fuck with you but really they don't I got no love and it's time to get back
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This for the ones who betrayed me Say you with me but you hate me I feel like you tryna snake me, boy what the fuck is you thinkin' On the block catching them bangers Gettin loaded just me and Lil Ben We had to run from the laws, we got away again Grinding and stacking them N's Want money ion't want no friends On the Megabus by myself, with the pints in my bag Phone Ringing it's Lil Ben. Hello? Nigga play around with that sack So we loaded with them straps Pappin' OG in the back Floating around Park Forest, we tryna see where they at Catch em' hit em' boom. . put his shit straight on the flat I had a show up in XO, you know I turned up bad
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