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Helicopters Oct 13
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[Intro] Yeah Uh huh I gotta feel it Yeah, uh [Verse] I'm almost done with this rap thing Sick and tired of the acting These niggas lying, that's a fact, King They don't love you 'less you dress like a drag queen The fuck shit, I ain' into that Too much frontin' on the internet The streets want me to put a end to that Too much dick ridin', where the killers at? I'm surrounded by these hoe niggas Like ain't no heaven for a dope dealer Life is a fork in the road, nigga Better run before the morgue or the parole get you Sweatpants and some Margiellas Just blew a bag on the bartender Bad habits, man, we all sinners The Devil callin', but this gun wit' us Do this for my niggas in the trap, yeah Years in the cell feelin' trapped in Drunk inside a Bently, almost crashed it To cover up my pain, I put tats there Strippers in my cover I put hoes on Runnin' 'round packin' like I'm in a war zone All these lame niggas livin' while my dogs gone How many diamonds in the crucifix? Lord knows I am that nigga, these hoe niggas know it I am that nigga, these hoe niggas know it Pull up and pop out them benz's I hop out Y'all know when I'm out them bitches gon' thot out Fuck who don't feel me, y'all not gon' kill me Y'all gon' ride out, who gon' come get me? Inside the ghetto they call me a God 360 waves, hoes thought I was Nas One time for Brooklyn, two times for Brooklyn Whippin' that pot, don't it look like we cookin' Came in a Wraith with your shorts on and Nikes Walked in the strip club and left with a wife I got that juice, I got that juice Drug dealer sauce, shirt off in the coupe Party and ball like I'm fresh off parole Fuck a few girls off reality shows I can't help but treat these rappers like hoes Pray for the day these cowards exposed Tell me who want it, racin' that foreign I'm late for court, got couple warrants I'm late for greatness, they tried to deny me of my greatness Can't hide with lies in they faces Show me love, but I rather they hate it I am a legend and all, Glock'll ring out like the shots was indoors Chopper sound like helicopters took off Put a stop to that talk [Chorus] Nobody told me that the game hurts Feel like the fame made the pain worse I wanted them to know my name first But now it feels like it ain't work
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