Sad Story Part 2

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Wake up in the morning, thank you god, exactly where I'm at
Gotta give praise when I wake up with no strap
All my partners street racers, they keep pistols in they lap
Showed my momma a glimpse of my bank account and then she laughed
(Pluto got it knocking)
She couldn't believe it, I been stacking up and starving for some seasons
She said you couldn't prove it, so I preached it
Three cars at 21 and I ain't leasing
My bank account on zero, my pockets fat like a gyro
I'm walking around with that meatroll, lil Jason he brought the cheat codes
But I'm praying for him cuz he need more, can't be mad at what they don't see though
And I love this music shit forreal, I'm walking around with these c-notes
And I'm walking around with that bag on me, I'm a walking light with that glass on me
This that real Tech, real red, fuck around leave you mad homie
This that real meds, real za, gotta make it last hoe
Popped a thirty, on god almost lost my last home
I pray that Komla straight, he got that bag on
If a nigga try something slick, he up and blast on him
I give my praise to the most high, I thank god for seeing both sides
They want a sad story, I'm mad as fuck
I calculated all my hours and it ain't adding up
These niggas are slipping up too, they all got passed up
Darkside in them niggas, what yall bad at luck
2017 labels hitting me up, 2018 I ain't picking shit up
By 2019 I ain't really give a fuck, by 2021 might give this shit up
It's just another sad story, this time it's just on you (Pluto got it knocking)
Just another sad story, this time it's just on you
Just another sad story, this time it's just on you
This time it's just on you, this time it's just
This time it's just, this time it's just on you
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