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still prevail Gunna help Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player All this salt only killin' the snails Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail It's some G33 l inhale Man, I pray all my niggas is well And I told you I still ca$h $hit Gunna (Many M's) Smokin' grams, I smoke out the P, she with a the P (Yeah) I'ma prevail (Prevail), parasail, I float through the sea, yacht overseas Count up, then stack some more hundreds (More hundreds) Geeked Prevail Through Fire I will prevail I've had broken bones All the scars still show But I'm never defeated Demons trying to take control But I know I'm stronger than them I feel it As long as I'm still breathing Believe me today i did good Gunna Today I did good I ain't been eatin' no bullshit And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (The bigger pic) Shit gon i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie) Gunna Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm (I can't feel my face) Mhm, mhm, mm Mhm, mhm, mhm Still trim Tailor pants, they all him Audemars wrist, they know it's him I'll probably win an award (mhm) Coupe with suicide doors (mhm rodeo dr Gunna Yeah [Chorus] And I'm right back on Rodeo Still got some boys on the payroll You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah) She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano's (Yeah) Helpin' the P out, so let it breathe (feat. Roddy Ricch) Gunna hard way Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh) I'm still whatsapp (wassam) Gunna They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp) Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah) Shit changed but it still get pushed back (pushed back) I drop, make these lil' niggas push back (push) I count up, sakpase Gunna ándale I'm connected through checks, and got pounds of this cake (yeah) West LA when I'm not in that A (west) Ride a Benz Six-trey and a gun metal grey (yeah) Pop my way, can't get out of their way And still Bittersweet Gunna get the dirt out my eyes Ran through a whole dub, this round, I'm keeping it tight (Keeping it tight) Praying more on my knees at night, I'm tryna get right (Get right) Times it don't feel even, but I still collage Gunna Yeah Yeah We just keep goin', man, we don't keep, we don't stop, we just, just keep pushin', man I float like a ghost when I ride (Float) Still on it, they hope I retire ('Tire) No boast, this ain't no treesh Gunna And shorty be doin' her thing 'Cause she for the streets and still got a man (And still got a man) Ain't gotta speak, and I ain't pressed She want the D, I be like, "Ah" She wanna eat, she on a diet Only turned your back Gunna this fucked up, you up and leave, gave you everything you need Then you turned your back on me, you don't know Oh (Oh) Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth, I done made it out the streets But I still bread & butter Gunna Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter Won't say it, but he know I still got real fuel injected swollen members Moka Only [Moka Only] (chorus 2x) Swollen Members gunna make us stop take a minute and remember who takes the top to the critics and the civils your time is up just admit it everybody knows this crime prada dem (feat. Offset) Gunna Uh) You ain't seein' Wunna 'cause the pen better (Nah) I'm smokin' on the 'Scott, Coretta (Coretta) Pop a Percocet, help you feel better (Mmm) I set the trend, I'm a trendsetter (Yeah) I'm not a rat, still the time Gunna Ayy I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight I gp Gunna Young nigga rich, and I keep a ho comin' (Keep a ho comin') Shades on my face, all I see is abundance Cop the new Cullinan truck like it's nothin' Ridin' in the spaceship with stars in the roof And you still go crazy Gunna deeper than rap and this life can get crazy [Verse 1] Off the porch and didn't know where to go (Where to go) Cross the street with my dawg, yeah, the woe' (The woe') Being me made it harder to grow Still endless Gunna Fillin' they hearts with envy Niggas goin' for an image And not one wanna admit it (nah) Ayy, still need starch in my linen Mixin' it up, yeah, a chemist, uh (mix it up) Spit it like Nas, I'm the illest satisfaction (feat. Asake) Gunna life’s a sin, wanna lose and built to win, and I just wanna win Dot my I's and cross my T's and I stood on my ten Shop my dogs across the city, shit thicker than thin So much time I can't believe my cuz still cfwm Gunna proper trail, kept me focused Couple vibes, ain't got no wifey, I'm a player and they notice And I'm stiff 'cause I don't like it, I go stale 'cause they holdin' Know some bitches that's triflin', that'll still bottom Gunna Bout to eat it, I'm greedy In the coupe with my name in the seating And you ain't seen it You ain't seen it I say fuck you, you know that I mean it I don't care to hear none of your grievance Hit me up, Gunna i was just thinking Gunna I was misled All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin' petty I was so focused on the top and I'm still time reveals, be careful what you wish for Gunna stayin' in pocket, a quarterback in the field Passеd on some watches, bought a house in Hiddеn Hills Ain't havin' time now, she leavin' out the crib Let her put on the Gucci slides, take off the heels Still paybach Gunna in my large Maybach (Uh) No remorses for my don, told my mom relax (Relax) Ain't sipped purple in so long, I don't wanna relapse [Verse 1] Niggas say I did it and I swear that I ain't did it (Nah) I'm still on one tonight Gunna niggas really wanna race I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax, this some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face Made it to the light, they still what they thinking Gunna I don't know what these niggas thinking I don't know what these bitches want I ain't playin' games No, I ain't goin' at all this a Plain Jane It's a Role', oh Board a private plane And we takin' off Gunna back to the moon Gunna I was doin' wrong I said, "Hold up, I'm switchin' up the tone" Man, these niggas couldn't see me with the song If these niggas done never see me, probably wouldn't even be rappin' all along And Young Gunna trio Gunna me Gio Every bitch sniff a whole kilo I catch a ho like TO Nigga ain't lame or a peon Put him on game, I coach him like Deion Burnt-out ho, you a rerun Seen it before and I'm cool on it, Freon Wunna still