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Lyrics
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Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah)
Still in this bitch with the same niggas I came with
I'ma be honest, I don't feel no pain
I can't even see you through my shades, bitch
On the West Coast with a bad bitch in my coupe
She's used to the gangbangers
On the East Coast with the Less gang
On the block plottin', thinking 'bout what we takin', yeah
On the road though, gettin' checks, uh
What a young nigga makin', uh
I've been close to the angels, running away from Satan, uh
Assalamu alaykum, uh
I bring home the bacon, young Sheck Wes
I do not do haram, uh, I eat the halal, uh
Pork, I ain't never taste it
Never had a nine to five or had the late shift
Moms had to work so I had to raise me, uh
'Cause shit was really hard, uh, it's different…