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Okay lets go No one else that I grew up with made it here Dead drugs or in jail could′ve been me way I get faded here 9inewrld babyworld I was real world getting fucking crazy here Your girl my girl our girl fuck it thats just how they play it here Pray to god coz I can see the evil on the earth I can see Satan here Sickazz Im a six man Get your dawg stuck like quicksand She gon shake ass for the clique man Balling off court like the clips man Bussdown Cartier and its doing backflips on the wrist man Watch how money make a bitch dance Watch how monеy make my wrist dance Not about if you can do it its about who do it and who go the distancе You dont want to get me pissed off I got military ammunitions 6ixwrld into 9inewrld in the city ain't shit to flip mans Im still here dawg Im grateful for it Great Great Great Im grateful for it Thank god Thank god Im grateful Still Great Im grateful for you Great Book that Its a bussdown Cartier hoodrat Its a bussdown Cartier baby my man from the Jane a demon woulda took that Im balling like Tracy McGrady no they dont want smoke or my yute will go cook that Keep a couple of racks in my bookbag Leave him dead after school where his books at Im sick to my stomach how the hell you get money and ain't take your moms out the hood yet Got a lil bit of money not good yet Putting 3.5 in a wood yeah Only thing nowadays feel good yeah Dont tell me what I should do if you had what I had you dont know what you would yeah Im still here dawg Im grateful for it Great Great Great Im grateful for it Thank god Thank god Im grateful Still Great Im grateful for you Great