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(I got my work from a narco)
(Hydro)
Ayy, nigga
Shoutout-shoutout my whole narco team, nigga
This is Parkside Baby, nigga
Hey, look
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You can pull up strapped up 'cause we gon' counteract
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got a louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
(Hydro)
Ayy, nigga
Shoutout-shoutout my whole narco team, nigga
This is Parkside Baby, nigga
Hey, look
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You can pull up strapped up 'cause we gon' counteract
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got a louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
I don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
Niggas say they gon' slide but they don't do nothing
Niggas ain't bulletproof, so I stay clutchin'
I still keep a strap and I'll still bust it
I could be one of the best, but I stay busted
I be in the streets, I gotta stop thuggin'
Hard headed, I'ma trip if you mean muggin'
Ayy, I'ma rob a nigga if he think he bustin'
I was tryna get to him, but I found his cousin
Ayy, nigga, don't care who the fuck you know
You should go and ask around, they know I keep a chrome
Niggas rapping about this life, but they don't even know
You ain't no robber, you ain't never ran inside a home
Niggas say they gon' slide but they don't do nothing
Niggas ain't bulletproof, so I stay clutchin'
I still keep a strap and I'll still bust it
I could be one of the best, but I stay busted
I be in the streets, I gotta stop thuggin'
Hard headed, I'ma trip if you mean muggin'
Ayy, I'ma rob a nigga if he think he bustin'
I was tryna get to him, but I found his cousin
Ayy, nigga, don't care who the fuck you know
You should go and ask around, they know I keep a chrome
Niggas rapping about this life, but they don't even know
You ain't no robber, you ain't never ran inside a home
It's like I want to open up, but they don't keep it low
They like, "Suede, you gotta stop", yeah, bitch, I know
I'm tryna grow, I'm tryna change, they think I'm lying though
It ain't hard to keep real, that shit ain't science, ho
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You can pull up strapped up 'cause we gon' counteract
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got a louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
They like, "Suede, you gotta stop", yeah, bitch, I know
I'm tryna grow, I'm tryna change, they think I'm lying though
It ain't hard to keep real, that shit ain't science, ho
I'm doing good, but ain't nobody ever pat my back
I'm a fool, I just came out but I'm buying straps
Chosen one, like, "How you do it? How you thought of that?"
I said I was gon' make it, but you doubted that
You can pull up strapped up 'cause we gon' counteract
Ayy, my lungs full of smoke, I got a louder packs
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
I don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
On God
I don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
Got a lot of fans
That's right, how could a nigga hate on me?
And you ain't even shit
How niggas always talking about hating and , yeah
You get too much of it, nigga
That shit crazy
That shit ain't regular, you a gold wing, nigga out here ain't shit though
On God
I don't care about the hate, we got a lot of cash
And on the set, that's on my set, I got a lot of fans
Got a lot of fans
That's right, how could a nigga hate on me?
And you ain't even shit
How niggas always talking about hating and , yeah
You get too much of it, nigga
That shit crazy
That shit ain't regular, you a gold wing, nigga out here ain't shit though
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