Not With the Fake Shit

How a nigga s’posed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin’ fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Drake told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you’re finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walkin’ ’round the crib like, “Why a nigga canโ€™t live?”
Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Thinkin’ ’bout the beef like:
“We can pass these motherfuckin’ straps like a physical”
This my city, nigga, everybody know it
Ridin’ ’round town, just me and my Four Pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain’t gotta show it

 

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