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I know that the things That you never beat
You told me that you'll be right
And she just wanna, go, oh
And she just wanna, go, oh, oh, oh

And she just wanna go back home
She just wanna go back home
My brothers in Mbm and we all tryna win
You better watch the ones you feed

And the ones who shake your hand
If I put some money on you
Hell yeah, they gon' spin
We been pullin' strings

Something like a violin
I pull up on the scene, two fly, I'm comin' trim
Nigga, we don't know each other
So don't call me your twin

Shout out brother Jesse, love you more, my left hand
She sayin' baddie, shot a clock like Mariah, Lynn
Ayy, but f*ck all the talkin
Nigga, point me to the action

I can't f*ck with fake niggas
I start havin' allergic reactions
You can't tell me bout' struggles
I was sleepin' on a mattress

Make you disappear off your block
I call this street magic
Want some beef? Here, have it
I send him on their way

Doin' 99 on 99 like f*ck the interstate
He feelin' like he Deebo
I send a brick his way
I'm tryna get paid in full

I feel like money mitch today
Run that bag up
Keep roll runnin' till you feel that stash up
Bullets flyin' everywhere, it's a mag dump

She want some BBL shots to get her ass plumped
I won't pay for it
Disrespectin' lil' Chris, he gon' lay for it
I'm MVP every season, I just stay scorin

Can't wait till I cop a Rollie Flex
On fake niggas who's actin' hella phony
I been out the way, nigga
Sittin' back on life

My brother cant kick the cup
He told me grab a sprite
I had to chef this shit up
Like, let me add some spice

Got no one to call on, I take my own advice
That's no bullshit
You either win or you lose
You better choose quick

It's not directed, but where if the shoe'll fit
She say kanai when you rap
You just don't miss
We in the field makin' plays like we Ole Miss

That's a known fact
All you heard was finish him like Mortal Kombat
Tryna cop a Rolls Royce
And look up where the stars at

You did some fake shit up in my face
I can't condone that
I just need my space
You wanna be the one

Well, show me what it takes
You done met a real nigga
You feelin' embraced
Nigga, that's a marathon

You could do the race
Runnin' at my own pace
Go, go, go, go, go
Ayy, and she just wanna

Go, go, go, go, go
And I just wanna
Go, go, go, go, go, go
And she just wanna go back home, back home

And she just wanna go back home, back home