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Quavo


[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Serve a brick with my Ballys on
Got a AP and a Rollie on
I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
n*gga, this real life
This just ain't no song
Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
Know some n*ggas that ain't never f*cking coming home
All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All it take is one slip-up
Gotta make the right decisions
Learned from the dead homies
Gotta move with precision
Never been a dummy
Read up on two different religions
I got eyes in the back of my head
I never let a n*gga catch me slipping
Society say I'm a menace
f*ck a job, n*gga, I'm trying to get richness
Dope hole n*gga, trapping in the trenches
My n*ggas will kill you, they find out you snitching
Crossed the club and n*ggas out there with b*tches
Still got a hundred real n*ggas with it
Got some n*ggas hating me, won't admit it
f*ck them pussies, I'ma f*ck on their b*tches
Never had nothing, I'm happy for my critics
That just means you see how I'm living
Brought all my brothers with me from the trenches
My b*tch, she act like a princess
Still got a cup of real n*gga left
Still got some n*ggas gotta get dealt
Money bandana
Money, power, and respect
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Serve a brick with my Ballys on
Got a AP and a Rollie on
I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
n*gga, this real life
This just ain't no song
Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
Know some n*ggas that ain't never f*cking coming home
All praise be to Allah, I made it this long

[Verse 2: DrugRixh Pe$o]
I stayed down, so the AP and the Rollie on me
All praise to Allah, that's the big homie
Trapping and juuging, I'm known for that code
Hit it, we [?] like the [?]
On 1'5, slamming these pussies for riches
Ain't no way that none of my n*ggas switching
MONY POWR RSPT, know the Feds tryna blame us
I know that they had it, my diamonds to blame
I'm in the trenches, ain't no tucking my chain
I started with nicks, now I'm holding things
So my bad b*tch call my hoe names
Serve a n*gga with the unknown name
Switching phones up, other sh*t on my wrist
On 1'5, I've been cooking up the bricks
From what the streets say, don't snitch
I got this Rollie on my wrist from the 'mix
DrugRixh living lavish, n*gga, f*ck a b*tch
Keep a stick on me when I serve the bricks
On Percocets and Xans, playas know that sh*t
Serving the bricks, n*gga, watch out for Vics
We did it on our own, MONY POWR RSPT sh*t
Real life trapper, no counterfeit
Free all my n*ggas that's banging that murder sh*t
And thankful for God for keeping me safe with that 30 clip
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Serve a brick with my Ballys on
Got a AP and a Rollie on
I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
n*gga, this real life
This just ain't no song
Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
Know some n*ggas that ain't never f*cking coming home
All praise be to Allah, I made it this long
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