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[Hook: Ice-T]
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin
But I don’t cry, niggas must die
My bloodlust is unquenchable
My thirst for revenge you bitch niggas can’t comprehend
I might let you live a few years, feel yourself
Death is always near, and then it gets dealt
This ain’t the pop that the kids bop to
This what the hard rocks cock Glocks to
I hate rap niggas, I love street cats
I serve whack niggas, please believe that
Iceberg bitch, motherfucker you heard
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
I ain’t impressed by your jewelry, that could get took
Don’t floss around me nigga you shook
All your dope talk crack talk trap talk bullshit
How could real niggas stomach your lies?
You never fuck with no live niggas I know
Only place your hard is in your motherfucking bio
Imma go on cause I feel the mic starting to heat
Grip the wood on the wheel lay back in your seat
I ain’t new to this shit, I could rap for weeks
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats

[Hook: Ice-T]
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own

[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]
KGR boy, Queens grime nigga
Turn your block into the scene of the crime nigga
A mean shine nigga the beam on the nine nigga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Corona the own, I rep it to the death boy
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
Niggas come comical, I fix ’em with the llama too
The money in ’85 was so astronomical
Chest neck gripping with ice like a comma do
Yea nigga this the auto bio
Fuck with the auto die yo
Murder here my nigga Universe caught a slug in the eye yo
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
Bottom of the pot rock pat ’em and dry those
Lay low from homicide with a side hoe, you know how it go

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Get your gats out hoods on masks up
In my dark world fuck boys get touched
I’m much older and colder now
No beat just release the hounds
I move the social elite from the concrete
It wasn’t easy lotta blood got spilled
Shit got greazy good men got killed
Somehow I kept my head down kept moving
A lot had to be shown it had to be proven
And I’m still alive today
So don’t test me in no type of way
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
(That nigga plays a cop) Broke nigga don’t speak
Seventeen years 200k a week
Nigga you on the bus, while I’m whipping a fleet
If you can’t add money you ain’t from the street

[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

Yeah
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
You could go out with your female friends and I’d be totally fine
Remember when you used to be happy for me?
You celebrate all my success without crossing a line
Now, it’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
It’s almost like I’ve gotten so used to resentment
That every annoying little thing you say has lost its effect
It’s almost like it’s made you a little bit bitter
When I don’t always react the way you expect
It’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
I won’t hurt you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
But, baby, I won’t lose you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
But maybe it’s the worst in me (worst in me)
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you, I really want to
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah (Really doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (Oh)
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet, they’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimmie that, gimmie that
Gimmie that, gimmie that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 1]
I remember everything was different
When I tried to get a job and make some money
I was livin’ on the street
I walk a lot of miles and nobody wasn’t hiring and I had to stand in line if I was to get something to eat
Cause I ain’t had no homies and my girl depended on me every night that we were lonely and I couldn’t get no sleep
Cause I was plotting on anybody I seen that was getting money
You got it? I need it sorry, you don’t need it more than me
And bitch, I’m tired of this struggle, ducking and dodging them puddles wondering if God ever hear the prayers I said
Cause every time I got a new hustle, that shit done got me in trouble
You don’t know how many fucking tears I’ve shed
But fuck it, I’m letting loose
And they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues
You know what I’m finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafucking thing that I pick and choose
And I’m done with all the begging, I’m past that
All I did was get laughed at
You can go back track but you’ll never get cash back
And they told me I’m half black
But I’m white as a lab rat
With a mic and a gas mask
I’m a light for your trash ass
And I might get the last laugh
Better fight if you back stab
With a knife in your backpack
All my life I’ve been jabbed at
But I fight like I’m Mad Max with a knife with the yeah yeah
You know, you know what the fuck I’m talking about
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what I had to do to get what I want
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count it all my fingers how much shit that I lost
Nigga this is my job
These are my thoughts
I ain’t never had shit but for now you better give me what’s yours

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet
They’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 2]
You really got some nerve talkin’ bout me like you’re better cause you got your shit together and I’m really goin’ through it
I don’t think you have a clue what it feels like doin’ dirt knowin’ in your heart you ain’t wanna do it
I don’t got one G bone in my body, I ain’t never gangbang I don’t know nothing about it
I don’t claim to be a thug nigga or Illuminati but there really ain’t no tellin’ what I do when I get rowdy
And I’m starvin’ and my back against the wall and you ballin’
Everytime I see you all you do is flash hundreds
Everything on fleek I ain’t never had nothin’
I just wanna be you when I feel like stuntin’
And lettin’ loose and they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues you don’t know what I finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafuckin’ thing that I pick and choose
I’m done with that hating shit
The fuck do you think this is
Damn it, you made me sick
Ain’t no time for no babysit
This is the way we live and yes I’m okay with this
You think you all that and a bag of potato chips?
Could jump off a crazy bridge
And enough of you idiot kids
Go suckin’ a lady dick
I would never just make amends
With none of you shakin’ hands in public
Yeah yeah like get the fuck out of my face, dude
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what a nigga had to do to get loose
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count on all my fingers how much shit I went through
What I went through
What I went through
And when shit get real ain’t really nothing that you can do

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner
I’m unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you
Peace

[Voice mail: Angry caller]
Yo, who the fuck do you think you are tryna give advice to a child?
My child
Nigga, you the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met in my life
My nigga
You the last person that should be trying to give advice to anybody about anything
Let alone my fucking kid
Acting like some fucking role model or some shit
Nigga, no nobody wanna be like you
Stop it