[Intro: sDuff]

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[Verse 1: sDuff]

Don’t use phones, they too weak

Know about 4, 5 hittas- wake you out yo’ sleep

That’s a brief of the old life -

No more peeks - No not me, I ain’t a G

But a know 2 or 3 platoons of goons

All jordans, paid mortgage

And they armed to the teeth (saying)

Where them O’s, where them Opps

Eyes wide open for the cops-

Hittas stop, and they watch

Hittas get got in the same spot that they plot-

Scope the cream, of the crop

Always rising to the top, take all his knots

Then shout out all his spot, never hot

But, where does that path go

Most thеm hittas dead or broke

Should of did this, should of done that

Evеrything they told you way back

Hindsight 20/20 four, hittas at your door

With them semi's cause you said “come get me"

Now you feeling that adrenaline and

Dread mixing in your head, But you said

You ain't a newlywed, been married to the game

Since Reggie was fronted It’s a shame

They won't remember your name

2 weeks pass and dame layin with a new hitta

You heard it here 1st, nothing else to explain

If they told you not to do it, why you giving God the blame

Dudes scheme, claiming they living the dream

But, can't trust they own team- man what?

I thought you was real

Shame the _ , tell the truth

What rich hitta you know

Keep a thief under they roof?

They're robbing you of you value

Of your time, of your destiny

What will they give if you ask "invest me"- test it please young bruv, I got

Recipes and recipes, young love- I'm cooking up

YHWH keeps blessing me and blessing me

For pulling up and pushing up

Listen bruv- yeah, gotta listen love

We breaking they suspension up

We breaking they attention up

Listen up