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Gang

Ain't Nobody perfect

I'm still trying to be

Way Higher than this dam kite

I ain't got a string

Living like I got one short leg

I Just gotta Lean

Shorty Got a husband and kids she still call me

I was in the game clutch time

You was buy the bleachers

Took a **** bitch

She was staring

He was buying a feature

I ain't take no vacay

Im grinding hard like every season

Money like my middle name

Feel Like Floyd Im undefeated

Use to get fresh on Bday

Now I do this shit no reason

Sneaky linkin and eating Hibachi

But we keep that on the D Low

Prada just like uncle Elroy

You can smell the shit that I got on

Judge gave my **** Mikey L

But he still got Farrakhan

From a block where we step on each other I try to keep in structure

Like Bowling, **** who I know in the Pin or they Stuck in the gutter

The Public eye we strangers, To your friends you act like we a couple

Even though some times D'Angelo Russell could been our brother

They keep shooting his momma house up she had to get a sofa

Only Spin back, He need a Drop, but he ain't no promoter

Boo'd you with your hoe, I pour a quake in tropical

Back against the ropes I feel like Anthony Joshua

Pouring Acorn and in a straight hyizer

But Imma tell you that they lying

Change my name to Banks, money all I ever know to speak

Every time I hit her phone I bet her heart gon skip a beat

When I leave her crib I hope her **** finna change the sheets

Been in the felid so long I dam near broke All my fucking cleats

Said she love me cause she know Im always getting to the bag

She grew with her momma said she don't really know her dad

Imma pop this perc, and she loves to do her fucking tabs

Ever since I was Young, I shoot my shot just like fucking Thad

Skipping through the lane with two bitches Im the AND 1

Court Side throw that bitch to Mike he pass that bitch to Christian Braun

Lil ma stay in Phoenix and she trying to have my fucking son

Still ain't lacking the house you know I keep a couple guns

They keep shooting his momma house up she had to get a sofa

Only Spin back, He need a Drop, but he aint no promoter

Boo'd you with your hoe, I pour a quake in tropical

Back against the ropes I feel like Anthony Joshua

Pouring Acorn and in a straight hyizer

But Imma tell you that they lying