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Yeah (Yeah, yeah, Fatt)

[FattMack]
Hit the mic and rock my life, why would I lie? It's nothin' to hide
I might stretch the truth a bit to my lil' bitch, but don't we all?
Pull up white Lamb' with a white bitch, on a white fit for my attire
You told white lies to the right guys so your lifestyle could look flyer
I could go and fuck a hundred bitches, I'll still be missin' you the next mornin'
'Cause it ain't about the sex, I'm in love with the way that you yell
I ain't step foot in my city, since I got rich, they don't care nothin' for me

I ain't called none of my old bitches, they can't call me, I changed my number

[FattMack]
Yeah, my bro tried to slime me out and then blew my high 'cause I really had love
I know one day, I'm gon' die, I'm prayin' that all my opps die first
I know you got a new man, but I'm not payin' to be put first
I know you think I be playin', I gave you a chance and you still hurt me
I done been stuck in a few relationships, but I'm your first nigga
I really had to learn the longer that you stay, it's harder to get rid of her
Seen for myself that money change these bitches and these niggas (Yeah, yeah)

Sometimes, I wonder how I'm still blessed and every day, I'm sent

[FattMack]
Hit the mic and rock my life, why would I lie? It's nothin' to hide
I might stretch the truth a bit to my lil' bitch, but don't we all?
Pull up white Lamb' with a white bitch, on a white fit for my attire
You told white lies to the right guys so your lifestyle could look flyer
I could go and fuck a hundred bitches, I'll still be missin' you the next mornin'
'Cause it ain't about the sex, I'm in love with the way that you yell
I ain't step foot in my city, since I got rich, they don't care nothin' for me

I ain't called none of my old bitches, they can't call me, I changed my number

[G Herbo]
I was outside really 'bout mine, from the Eastside to the Southside
With a thirty clip in my Glock 9, we was drenchin' shit, no alkaline
Bet' not cross that gun line, lot of niggas got outlined
Still be in the Raq' rockin' an M in diamonds, I'm not hard to find
One of the richest to come from my trenches, how many whips I copped? About nine
And my bitch so bad, every time she listen, I be like "'Bout time"
I was lit ten years ago, right now, I'm finally in my prime

If you eat this dick today, don't play, I probably might spend a dime
Say you want affection in a major way, I swear to God, I'm tryin'
Bae, I ain't have no love way back in the day 'cause I was comittin' crimes
Still ridin' 'round with killers, I seen a killer kill too many times
If I don't go to the booth, I can't even tell you how I feel inside

[FattMack]
Hit the mic and rock my life, why would I lie? It's nothin' to hide
I might stretch the truth a bit to my lil' bitch, but don't we all?
Pull up white Lamb' with a white bitch, on a white fit for my attire

You told white lies to the right guys so your lifestyle could look flyer
I could go and fuck a hundred bitches, I'll still be missin' you the next mornin'
'Cause it ain't about the sex, I'm in love with the way that you yell
I ain't step foot in my city, since I got rich, they don't care nothin' for me
I ain't called none of my old bitches, they can't call me, I changed my number

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