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(What up, Ant?)
Nigga talkin' about my brother, nigga, you gotta be
(BeatGang)
Don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Dime ready, set, don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect (I'm gone)
Goin' through a deep fuckin' bitch
Ain't come from the league, I got Meech money
Take care of masks, grind 'til the wheels don't crash
And I hit whoever long as we get passed
Take it back to fair, touchdown
Whoever thought I'd have a bustdown
Still stickin' to the script, goin' deep
Still tryna take care of my people
Football ain't all I know, that was all I chose
Back to the road for me
Devon put a bad dog in here, we gon' need Jeff still
Just to let a young nigga know, say I still
I'll never leave my nigga broke
Dime ready, set, don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect (I'm gone)
Dime ready, set, don't hit too low, know I need my legs
Coach, please sit him, young dog can't catch
Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect (I'm gone)
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