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Goodfellas

๐Ÿ‘ค Squeeks โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Goodfellas โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:18
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โฑ๏ธ 3:18 duration
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Real that
Huh

Don't try kick knowledge, you'll be droppin' your gems (Ah)
Did five of that porridge, now I'm in the back of the Benz (Splash)
Don't talk about Max, Ratts got nicked with a ten
I don't spit rap, rappers pretend (Rrah)
Just free my nigga Rizz, free my nigga Mullins (Free 'em)
Twenty in that gym bag, that's how we're comin' (Huh)
They gave my boy a L, man, it's all for nothin' (Huh)
These niggas don't ball, man, these ballers bluffin' (Splash)
My YG's fake ID's better than McLovin's

I'd rather hit the strip, you niggas are bin clubbin' (I see you)
All nighters on the roads, I ain't goin' home
But I'm grown, but you know that my chick buggin' (Ayy)
These niggas wanna rise, say it's more to life
Don't you know I leave niggas mortified? (Shit)
I slide on these wet yutes with no warning sign (Huh)
And watch how I step now, I'm on the borderline (Rrah)

Who you shot? Who you stabbed?
I don't know, it's probably cap
You don't care when you trap
Hit the road and get cash
I got old friends that feel a way and I don't know why
You grow together then grow apart, that's on these roadsides
I'm on a different level now, I can't be out doin' the same mode
They want me standin' in the hood like it was Saints Row
Uptown with a plain jane, still lookin' out for plain clothes, ayy

I should've been in a mansion like Chunkz and Filly (I should've)
Sittin' down for that busy, with great power comes responsibility
Shit I seen, all them years on the street (Uh)
Ain't a day I loose ball when I got PTSD (Wallahi)
Started with no mula to fine dine in the Zuma

But that jail trauma, I can still taste the tuna

I was in the hole like Stanley
'Cah I done more for my friends than my family
Expensive pain, LV umbrella from the rain
I'm just a shotta like Biggs and Wayne (I am)
Money gettin' in between
Why I fell out with my bros over Ps? (Why?)
Got all of these dreams, I can't dream (I can't)
This gun got no safety, my lifestyle crazy

Rollin' in that Dawn, top off like Page 3 (Rolls-Royce)
You know I got more racks than before (I do)
But they say that I don't rap like before (No)

Who you shot? Who you stabbed?
I don't know, it's probably cap
You don't care when you trap
Hit the road and get cash
I got old friends that feel a way and I don't know why
You grow together then grow apart, that's on these roadsides
I'm on a different level now, I can't be out doin' the same mode
They want me standin' in the hood like it was Saints Row
Uptown with a plain jane, still lookin' out for plain clothes, ayy

I said I gotta keep grindin', all in perfect timin'
How you think I'm shinin' even with no diamonds?
Learnin' from mistakes, I'm in my bag now
I'm goin' corporate, they worry 'bout my background, ayy
I ain't goin' back now
Even when I ain't tryin', you know I stand out
This work outstanding, I was really outside
Hand in hand and I'm sittin' by the scales, I was baggin', trappin'

Who you shot? Who you stabbed?
I don't know, it's probably cap
You don't care when you trap
Hit the road and get cash
I got old friends that feel a way and I don't know why
You grow together then grow apart, that's on these roadsides
I'm on a different level now, I can't be out doin' the same mode
They want me standin' in the hood like it was Saints Row
Uptown with a plain jane, still lookin' out for plain clothes, ayy

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