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I was tryna tell you, "be cool," 'cause I ain't never wanna see you go through it
I was attempting to help you calm down and not get into trouble because I didn't want you to experience something negative

I ain't even have to trap no more 'cause I was doing it too fluently
I became so skilled at selling drugs that it no longer was difficult for me

I told myself I would never rob nobody and then end up doin' it
I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't steal from others, but ultimately, I broke that promise

Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did
I grew up in a neighborhood where the people around me were dangerous, and you haven't experienced the things that I have

All this dope I sold I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost I was already ahead of the wave Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat
I made a lot of money selling drugs, and I plan on buying myself a luxury car and boat because I am successful and ahead of the trend

Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch I still fuck an average bitch I be on some savage shit Ran it up with this rappin' shit
I have relationships with both attractive and average women, but I also have a rough personality, and I became successful through my music career

I'm casually pimpin' these bitches I don't give a fuck if the bitch is Catholic I give zero fucks You can worship the devil, bitch, just drop me these bricks
I act as if I am casually controlling and exploiting these women for money and don't care about their beliefs or morals as long as they bring me money

I got the preacher's daughter Sellin' pussy, bitch gon' make me rich I might've fucked the lil' thot on the strength Or because it was late and a nigga was lit (whoa)
I even convinced a religious leader's daughter to sell her body for me, and I may have had sex with another woman because I was drunk and feeling reckless

Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock Drop my top, pull off on a cop (skrrt, skrrt) Broke a block, down to rock Disturbin' the peace like I'm 'Cris
I have drugs, a fake gun, and pull off quickly in my car away from a police officer, then break a block and making loud noise, like I'm causing chaos

I'm not a average street nigga, stop frontin' Puttin' diamonds on you, bitch Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock Killed the box, got sloppy top I just wet this nigga, bitch
I am not an ordinary person from the streets, don't pretend to be like me. I have expensive jewelry, drugs, and firearms. I had sex and made another guy jealous

I can't never forget when I was starvin', that shit make me sick I wouldn't care if I never seened your face again, you crazy bitch
I can't forget how hungry and desperate I was in the past, and the thought of it sickens me. I don't care if I never see you again, you insane woman

All this ice on, you can see through tint when it's just three percent Black and stone, my diamonds on, Sylvester Stallone Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah
My jewelry is so extravagant that you can still see it through heavily tinted windows. My diamonds are black and shiny, just like Sylvester Stallone's. My jewelry is as impressive as his acting skills.

If the streets don't kill you first, nigga It's gon' make you strong I done came from out the dirty, nigga Buried the money in the floor
If the dangerous environment doesn't kill you, it will make you mentally stronger. I grew up in poverty and buried my money in the ground to keep it safe.

I got racks on me, I'm froze Rockin' tennis chains on you hoes
I have a lot of money on me, and I am wearing tennis chains to show off and look impressive.