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Aye, whoa

Don’t tell me what you like, don’t comment on my life

Niggas I don’t like, first to give advice

We not meeting twice if you silent to the wife

Been hard to be quiet, they ain’t putting me on ice

I done been on eyes

I done been on CRTs, I done been on wides

Used to be outside

Done being outside, too many niggas I don’t like

I should stop being a punk, parents done prayed over my life

Jamaican spots on Jane got me red sauce on the fried

Always hella broke, borrow money from the guys

Had to give it back in quarters if they gave a five

Mom was back at school, the money low but it’s inspiring

What a different time

Drifting in the Acura if Hezi got the ride

Got back from the dealership, now I’m whipping mine

Ain’t rode a bus in time

Shoutout my homie God

Been waiting for that lob

If you want the old me you should go back to him

The avenue construction got the block in ruins

I’m laughing at them talking way more than they moving

Not a movie, never played somebody, other angles to me, ah

Don’t tell me what you like, don’t comment on my life

Niggas I don’t like, first to give advice

We not meeting twice if you silent to the wife

Been hard to be quiet, they ain’t putting me on ice

I done been on eyes

I done been on CRTs, I done been on wides

Used to be outside

Done being outside, too many niggas I don’t like

I just stop being a punk, parents done prayed over my life

Prayed over my life

Don’t expect a conversation not naming a price

Aye, I’m done letting y’all slide

All the bills to my ‘rents don’t cut me no slack to figure out life

Aye

Prayed over my life

I’m done letting y’all slide

Done being outside, too many niggas I don’t like

I should stop being a punk, parents done prayed over my

Lil Mont From The Ave