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whole song: fis B g
(808 Mafia)
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How I Go so hard, they still discredit my fistalent
Took shit too far, now they regrettBin' what happened           g  
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage fis(Uh, uh)
You play, I'm leBttin' you have it (Uh, uh)  g  
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for fisa napkin
They claim we locked in, whBat if I wasn't rappin'?     g  
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep fisfrom relapsin'
Bring out the best in me or be Ba distraction, uh           g  
If I tell my fisstepper, "Come and slide," then he comin'
And I know it's fucBked up how he daily out there huntin'         g  
Heartless livin', savfisage life, that's just how he bomin'
But shit, at least it's a Bnigga I can count on for something, uh        g  
Wе let them cannons sfispark, play with us, get punishеd, uh
We really had it haBrd, now blessings abundant              g  
Cheered 'til I hit thfise top, now they can't wait to see me plummet
Like for every win, another L cBome punch me in my stomach              g  
I couldn't even enjoy my birthdafisy, bitch come to me about assumptions
They can't fuck with me on my worst day, I doneB ran it up, all hundreds                g  
Baby, Chiraq is my birthplafisce, if we got a problem, we slump it
Hard times spent, it's the worst pain anBd you never get refunded, uh            g  
How I Go so hard, they still discredit my talent
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best in me or be a distraction, uh (Uh)
Twin Glocks, Tia and Tamera, yeah, these my new bitches
Hit they block with two switches, it make my shottas shoot different
We can empty out two hundred shots in less than two minutes
And B was one of ours, so that shouldn't be a name that you mention
Hope when I'm talkin', you listen 'cause I'm just hoping you get it
I tell my nigga 'bout hisself, hate ain't got nothin' to Do with it
And you can't call my phone for help, that's if I heard that you snitchin'
Don't speak on bodies on your belt, this just ain't how we Do business, uh
Bad news turn your whole day tragic, all they heard was that K clappin'
Any problem, we steppin' up like the crate challenge
Left my heart on that notepad and that still wasn't enough
Lotta snake bites, got low grass, can't feel or trust
How I Go so hard, they still discredit my talent
Took shit too far, now they regrettin' what happened
Hard for my mama to accept I'm a savage (Uh, uh)
You play, I'm lettin' you have it (Uh, uh)
Them shots let off, that's too much blood for a napkin
They claim we locked in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best in me or be a distraction, uh