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Yeah, uh Don't get me started, bro (Don't get me started) I'm in this bitch like common colds (Common colds) I'm in this shit, life not a joke See, I'm in this shit, y'all not as dope (Not as dope) Mother called, sayin', "Cousin called Sayin', 'Cuz, you been goin' off for sure'" (For sure) I ain't even get unlocked, I been in this box I been tryna start this ho (Start this ho) When it came to feelin' pain, I was too enslaved It was gettin' hard to cope (Hard to cope) Money wasn't even stayin', I was sendin' prayers Thinkin' He forgot them hoes (Forgot them hoes) Lookin' up like, "Damn, bro You don't see us in the hood dodgin' smoke? And I ain't got a lot to show And you ain't even lock the door" (Why you lock the door?) I came in, rolled here with the same friends Low-key, didn't shake hands Both feet when I stay ten toes down Look at what I made here (Made here) Me and Mavi in the same gear Niggas was concerned Now we come serve out when the pay near (Yeah) It's a great year like, yeah I thought I was tweakin' a second Then remembered I'm me and I'm steady The man in the mirror the one that I'm scared of I escape with a dose and a snare drum I'm in need of a walkin' on air, love I'm the Tin Man Left some hurt that I know she won't get past Memories with Omavi a gift bag Or a party favor, I'll call you later Bars at the start of the conversation Once I make a few million, I'm sittin' down Afraid of the looks I been gettin' lately Only tellin' my girl when I get in town Niggas got killed for much less than I got Niggas got killed for much less than I show I'm never leavin' my weapon at home Charlotte kids eatin' off steps that I show I'll probably never get credit for those I'm probably better off lettin' it go Salas my brother, LaMelo and Zo Know that he got it from seven to go All that you gettin' is pressure and cold Diamonds, baby We gon' get it by the book Crook or the slimy way Vines climbin' pavement, Mavi Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get meโ€” (Don't get me started) Don't get me Don't get me started (Don't get me started) Don't get me started (Don't get me started) Don't get me started (Don't get me started) Don't get me started (Don't get me started) Don't get me started (Don't get me started) Yeah, huh, don't get me started, I am a genius Me and Omavi like Jay with the Yeezys 'fore he went crazy Scorin' like Sage, he scorin' like we in the box And we ragin', singin' and dancin' Niggas had all these unlimited chances, fuck I'm on that gettin' new fans and stuff I'm trippin' and flippin' like Samson, bruh I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it They want me to fall, but I can't give up They wanted my all, I gave 'em that shit They wanted my swag, I gave 'em a kit They wanted to brag, I gave 'em a Drake beat They was mad I ain't chase it and Drake beef I'm on top of this shit and you waist deep I'm on top of this shit and youโ€”, ayy, damn I was trippin'