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Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh Niggas think I'm corporate, don't take me back to the block, uh Ain't that type of party, you try me, you gon' get popped, uh Which one you niggas tryna catch this fade, fade, fade? (Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh) Yeah, niggas talk shit, but don't back it This time around is a classic Could've been paper or plastic But, ayy, I'm a legend, it's practice As a kid, I ain't never miss church Only time you'll catch a nigga slackin' You a ho-ass nigga with a ratchet Won't fistfight a nigga old-fashioned Boy, I'm from 843 You ain't caught up to the old me? Smooth like velvet, call a bitch Helmet She gon' give head to the whole team Turn a prom queen to a dope fiend How you niggas hate from the nosebleeds? Why you niggas mad 'causе she chose me? Niggas salty 'causе you so seasoned Oh yeah, niggas don't dance no more, no more Niggas think I'm corporate, don't take me back to the block, uh Ain't that type of party, you try me, you gon' get popped, uh Which one you niggas tryna catch this fade, fade, fade? What you niggas know about these growing pains? We was just some project niggas 'fore the fame Mama told me, "If he hit you, hit him back If you ever wanna go outside again" Man, y'all niggas be hard and street Only when it's involvin' tweets My nigga, we gon' hardly meet and these niggas act so bitter (yeah) 'Cause they can't afford a suite I was so odd and far from G, but still see the god in me When you got heart, that's hard to beat Young nigga growin' up awkwardly Yeah, I'm from the Southside, uh-uh If I lose once, gotta fight 'til I win, your my brother like, "About time" Whoop a nigga ass, still walk in the house cryin' My dad like, "How? Why?" Knowin' damn well that I got it from him Swing on any nigga with a foul vibe (bounce) (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce) Niggas think I'm corporate, don't take me back to the block, uh Ain't that type of party, you try me, you gon' get popped, uh Which one you niggas tryna catch this fade, fade, fade? (Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh) What you niggas know about these growing pains? We was just some project niggas 'fore the fame Mama told me, "If he hit you, hit him back If you ever wanna go outside again" Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh Eh, eh-eh, eh, eh-eh
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