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Rebirth

Rebirth

(album: True Story II - 2019)

Turn that bitch up, Glory

I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My niggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' bitch suck dick, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, bitch, I don't need her
I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My niggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' bitch suck dick, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, bitch, I don't need her

Ayy, we sliding with them thirties, going berzerk
Plotting on them roaches, doing research
Tryna put they homies on a t-shirt
Tryna put they homies in a desert
Riding 'round the block, one of 'em posted with the Glock
Helicopters, they on top when I'm looking for the cops
Fuck a great rap, we be looking for the opps
If we catch a nigga slipping, we gon' give his ass shots
I be riding for my niggas 'til I can't no more
Young nigga out here, had to get it from the floor
Headed from the bottom to the top, that's for sure
Only gotta put on for me and my bros
I don't trust no nigga when I look you in the eyes
Niggas said they real, I can tell they telling lies
Young nigga out here and you know I'm finna slide
Fuck the other side, nigga, fuck the other side

I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My niggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' bitch suck dick, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, bitch, I don't need her

This for Durk, this for Pablo, this for Danny, this for Dallas
Nigga, we gon' slide with them semiautomatics
Catch an opp lacking, guarantee we let him have it
Yeah, it's going down, ain't talking 'bout the Titanic
Young nigga, I'm just tryna go and get my bread up
Streets didn't feed me so it left a nigga fed up
Was locked up, the homies told me, "Boy, keep your head up"
I don't trust nobody so I'm strapped with the Berettas
Niggas running like roaches when I pull up with them bro-bros
Niggas dissing on the 'net but they don't want no smoke
Nigga told me that it's time to ride, I'm like, "Let's go, bro"
Nigga, we gon' hit 'em with the 40 or the four-four
I'ma ride for my niggas, that's no question
Niggas always snitching, like Usher, giving confessions
Niggas sending threats online but I ain't threatened
Nigga, I'ma catch him, hit him with the Smith & Wesson

I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My niggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' bitch suck dick, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, bitch, I don't need her

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