Keepin my head on a straight
Got to ahead of my faith
Not tellin you hoes where I’m at
I’m keeping my feds on the chase
My bro got his meds in a case
I know it’s a shift in his pace
I know what’s the price on my head
I’m keeping my wrist in the safe
I’m whipping the 3 & lowkey for a g
But I might put my wrist in the eighth
Talk a lotta shit but I back it up


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Hard to be cordial and normal
When you got tits in your face
I just gotta keep it me uh
Everybody wanna work for me
I just gotta keep it clean uh
I got a check of the bucket list
I got a check of the bucket list
I got a check of the bucket list
Some days I’ve been feeling like fuck this shit
Got scars on me I was cut for this
Living like god is my publicist
Yea, talk a lotta shit
But I back it up
Mikey in this bitch
Tell em pack it up


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