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[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free, yeah
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

[Verse 1]
Look
Looking around, no I don’t see an obstacle
Popping an Addy ’cause Adderall Raji is damn near unstoppable
I’m not laughing with you, it’s at you, I think that you niggas are comical
They’re focused on me, where I’m from, ’cause they’re watching me do the impossible
I run the game, ain’t no audible
Nima look at me like I was a pot of gold
Wrap up a pack, it was fat as a bodybag
Went to touch down and it hit like a body blow
I never scored a touchdown playing on O-Line
But, I’ve been checking these goals off, I was good on the goal line
All in the trenches, ay
All the hate, what is that about
I’m tryna bring more money and love to my daddy house
I got a lot on my chest, I’ma get it all off like I’m maxing out
315, the most I hit
But I don’t give a fuck ’cause I fucked yo’ bitch
One time for the city, I got that lit
And boy, how they love when I talk my shit
I do me, over and over again
You see they true colors the more that you shining, I’m losing all of my friends
People with money be throwing it at me, what you want on the back end
All of this come when you chosen apparently, I guess it is what it is
Shit is absurd my nigga
I need more action less talk, miss me with the words my nigga
Black lives matter until your black life splatter right there on the curb my nigga
The man in the mirror might make you nervous, just know what purpose you serve my nigga
A man with a message, a man with a mission, just know I won’t be deterred my nigga

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

[Outro]
This point, I talk about all the time you know?
The fact that discipline equals freedom
And the more discipline you have as a human
The more freedom you’re gonna have
Which is completely counterintuitive, ya know?
People think, oh, you’re living this disciplined lifestyle, so that means you, you don’t have any freedom
And it’s actually the exact opposite
I have freedom because I have discipline

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no nooooo

Yeah
Aw awee
No no no no nooooo

I, I keep thinking ’bout you, you
Hard to live without you, yea
And all those other cliché things that people say.

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

All I do is think of you
And drink for two as if you’re still here with me
I need to just face the truth
It’s so hard to do, Baby

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve it?

Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die
My partner in crime Always had an alibi

I, I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve it?

Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die.
My partner in crime Always had an alibi

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no
Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no

I, I keep thinkin’ about you, you
Hard to live without you, yeah
And all those other cliché things that people say.

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

All I do
Is think of you
And drink for two
As if you’re still here with me

I need to
Just face the truth
It’s so hard to do
Baby

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve this?

No, I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I’ve learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, It took so long just to feel all right
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

[Intro]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Shut the fuck up!
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Niggas do time flipping the Ye
Niggas is dead, he got a grave
Nigga, I ain’t playin’, tryna get paid
Homie got hit ’cause he got in the way
Had to get out, shit is the same
Niggas insane all this shit change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I’m in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back
And you niggas stayin’ the same
I drive the Wraith through the hood
That’s why my niggas in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my niggas how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real niggas know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put niggas on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real shit, I’m lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this shit when you was shitting in diapers

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon’ bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this bitch
Drankin’ sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I’m catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I’m a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
[??] pop a tear, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I’m in foregin gear
Plug show up with the pack, it’s gon’ disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Mafia

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
I gotta feed the streets
You gotta flee the streets
You gotta lead the streets
I don’t mislead the streets
I might just drop some heat
I might just tease the street
I do not need the streets
Cause nigga, I be the streets
It’s sad ‘cuz my little bad bitch [?] when she [?] the trap
I let her chase the dream
I might front-lace her weave
Give her a place to stay, with a new face to feed
I really love the streets
I might just flood the streets
‘Cuz I’m really from the streets
Y’all niggas who run the streets
Niggas just take a seat
How the fuck could you hate on me?
Say that you still in the streets, but you can not wait to leave

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Outro]
Mafia!
Mafia!
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Fresh up outta dream, feeling like I’m prince Akeem
Two queens makin’ sure my royal penis clean
Made my mind up, I only want the finer things
Went from the hood to living in the West Wing
Live like a king, thing like a boss
‘Cause if I want somethin’ I’ll work my ass off
‘Til I got it no stoppin’, no quittin’, givin’ up ain’t an option
Fuck waitin’, I got my own shit poppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from shoppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from ridin’ Rolls
And sliding in these young niggas fine hoes
Oh, but I’m cold with the game like The Mack
I jump back in the game, make a quick hundred racks
Tell her bring the money back but I’d rather make my own
I decided to be a boss and make a song

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
King Krizzle, King Tut, it ain’t no difference
Chariot still whippin’ while gold still flickin’
Off the paint, yeah, the trunk, shaking like it know the stanky leg
I mix the struggle with the hustle to make bread
Ah mayne, I fit the family with a loaf
A piece off for my unborn to ball on these hoes
You got to save it, got ti pay it, double up and attack them haters
And ‘em racist motherfuckers, they try to take as soon as you make it
Multi and my brand that I own
Alot money tree, but what’s a tree if it ain’t growin’
In my backyard, my cul-de-sac large, I hold my nuts
I got the kind of ice on my grill that I can’t crush, plus my credit good
I spend the money from my sock, you wish your debt could
I wish a million for my partners, they still in the hood
They got skills but ain’t no court to ball
I ain’t talking shooting shots, I’m talkin’ shots to call
Krizzle

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between