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They won't give me everything. For this, they wasn't fucking with me. Slapping cars, my jacket, and my water. I ran up them digits, motivated. Talking to myself, knowing my time was ticking. The way I started is the same way I'mma finish. So it is what it is. You jump that fence, it's better you stay over there. 'Cause if you jump back over here, you gon' get killed by a niche. I done shed tears. My slowest days I had my momma and my aunt saying, 'Son, you can't force no nigga to be real. You will get hurt for that, ma.' One pint of Tobee Cardi M. I need my jersey back. I still beat it. Protected by God, I thought I told you that. I coulda killed you. Spat you all the love I felt, I owed you that. Don't wanna see you. Voices in my head and I can't hold them back. I'm overwhelmed. I don't want no deal to sell cologne for racks. I want my freedom. Seen too many people give they soul to act. I get on tracks and vent 'bout what I go through. I speak only facts. You get on tracks and lie to niggas daily. They got hoes for that. And I know they gon' take the shit I worked so hard to get, but I ain't going. Bae momma say, 'Watch them niggas around me,' and I'm knowing. It get cold in Minnesota. It ain't raining, bitch, it's snowing. And I'm out here with my heater making motion to stay focused. #Hustle #Motivation #RealTalk #Survivor