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Tyreek Hill

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (and I can't go back)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you ready?

C'mon, yeah (you know who I am, nigga)

I prolly spent ten-thousand dollars on pills

Live in the moment and die in the moment

My old head told me that death an illusion

It's crazy, 'cause losing my pops felt real (losing my pops felt real, nigga)

My lil' youngin ain't tryna do nothing but score, nigga, just like Tyreek Hill (just like Tyreek)

I do drugs, I'm pouring my pain in a four, and I'm f****d up hopin' I heal (and I can't go b-)

Nigga, this rap s**t don't take skill

Niggas put words on a paper and say anything

Niggas dickeatin' tellin' they real

They say I'm famous, but I don't do s**t for the fame

I'm in public, like, lil' bro, chill

Mama, we here now, bro said I'm really that n***a

I'm turnin' s**t up for the city (huh)

'Member them days, I couldn't even stacked me a ten piece

Now I got s**t in the kitty (c'mon, nigga)

Nigga, now I got s**t in the stash (nigga, now I got s**t in the stash)

Bro said he's f****d up thinking 'bout life right now

I said, "Fuck that, get in your bag" (fuck that, get me a bag, nigga)

Stacking my money, remember we used to be pinching and back then s**t wouldn't last

Bro said he bound to get rich, one way or another, he good with a mic and a mask

I prolly spent ten-thousand dollars on pills

Live in the moment and die in the moment

My old head told me that death an illusion (huh, huh)

It's crazy, 'cause losing my pops felt real (and I can't go back)

My lil' youngin ain't tryna do nothing but score, nigga, just like Tyreek Hill (nigga, just like Tyreek Hill)

I do drugs, I'm pouring my pain in a four, and I'm f****d up hopin' I heal (and I can't go back)

I prolly spent ten-thousand dollars on pills

Live in the moment and die in the moment

My old head told me that death an illusion

It's crazy, 'cause losing my pops felt real (that s**t felt real as fuck)

My lil' youngin ain't tryna do nothing but score, nigga, just like Tyreek Hill (nigga, just like Tyreek)

I do drugs, I'm pouring my pain in a four, and I'm f****d up hopin' I heal (I can't go back)

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