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I was at the bottom, on my last
I was tryna get it for the fam
Jugging and finessing for the cash
I'm trying to buy my mama a new Jag
Fucked around and got these haters mad
I done fucked around and got these haters mad
I done fucked around and ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag

I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I ran that money up, now they don't fuck with us
I get that pack, make it double up
I run with some locs, they don't see at your door
No joke
That's why they say, "Tummy tuck"
Don't talk about your block, I might wet it up
You took too many risks, we not getting up
I done went through so much shit, I'm fed up
Whеn they against my hood, I ain't letting up
And that shit ain't easy
N***as diе, family grieving
Chopper talk, a n***a squeezing
Bodies drop, a n***a bleeding
I'm on the Xan and I'm leaning
I'm just trying to take the pain away
Show the family it's a better day
Pray to the lord every other day
Went to the top, I ain't hesitate
Let's have a toast, we gon' celebrate
Me and two hoes, that's a double date
If you want a show, you gon' have to pay

The difference, you good, but I'm fucking great
And you can't catch up 'cause you always late
At STK eating fucking steak
I don't want no slice, bitch, I want the cake
I was at the bottom, on my last
I was tryna get it for the fam
Jugging and finessing for the cash
I'm trying to buy my mama a new Jag
Fucked around and got these haters mad
I done fucked around and got these haters mad
I done fucked around and ran up a bag

I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
Burying the gang
It's gonna be hard to get the dirt off
I just copped some pounds
You know I'm trying to get the weight off
I heard them n***as wearing wires
Dying with their shirt off
But we ain't speaking on it
The money sound more important
Million dollars on insurance
Just for my vocals
The water in the AP purify it
The kush been cured, so I'm still trying
YSL mob ties, n***a, worldwide
Heaven know I'm on the way, I just ain't got the date
My n***a just called me, trying to bust a play
I told him we ain't doing less than 80K
I'm on the way to the bank, trying to crack the safe
'Cause being broke for an hour like a hundred days

We been broke, we ain't going back, no way
I pray the n***as that I'm with don't ever change
From the concrete jungle to a private plane
P1 doors up, no lane
VIP section, got no lanes
Diamond waterfall like cascades
I was at the bottom, on my last
I was tryna get it for the fam
Jugging and finessing for the cash
I'm trying to buy my mama a new Jag
Fucked around and got these haters mad

I done fucked around and got these haters mad
I done fucked around and ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag
I done ran up a bag