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Yeah, check-check
Yeah, uh (Check that)
Turn me up, 3rd, yeah

Goddamn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn't checkin' for Gary, I feel like I was left out

Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh, yeah)

I almost gave it up, that was the truth
Got out my feelings and got back in the booth
I'm sittin' solo up in Sam's throwin' racks in the booth
Drunk drivin' the 911 like it's accident-proof
The Lord be walkin' with me, sometimes He carry me like a child
Through all these pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buyin' vials
Sent the flight to pipe her down, and I ain't never come back around
I'm so impatient with them, got bitches cryin' in Diego DM, yeah
Baby, please don't go
I make a bitch walk down the hill, run them keys back, ho

I heard she doin' scams, police, they just released that ho
Couldn't afford the BBL, she had to lease that ho
Delete that ho, I treat that ho
She think we goin' out to eat, I'm mild sauce, six wing that ho
Can't expose a rat to shit they never seen before
Bitch fucked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that ho? You bitch
Goddamn, they done got Diddy
Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie
I was gon' retire from rap when I seen that shit with Nipsey
Crazy when that shit hit your peers, that shit be hittin' different
Yeah, shit be stressin' me incredibly
Yeah, no more summers with Frankie Beverly (Yeah)
Gotta praise the gods while you walkin' with 'em

Spanto passed right after Fathers Day, I was talkin' with him, man, what the fuck?
When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out
Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out
Would they pop me if I pull the 'Rari or the 'Vette out?
I left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out

Yeah, check-check
Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah
Uh, multimillion-dollar nigga, I support the set now (Yeah)

Goddamn, they done got Diddy

I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn't checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh)

Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

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