| This for all my niggas gone
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| This for all my niggas in the cell
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| Hold y’all head, ayy
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| Gon' keep this shit goin' nigga (fuck whoever snitchin')
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| Shit ain’t gon' never stop nigga (fuck all the opps)
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| Y’all know how we comin' nigga
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| The family, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Came from nothing nigga
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| Real shit, I really had to struggle niggas (them facts)
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| Whole team gone so it’s really down to a couple niggas (them facts)
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| Brodie took the time, ain’t say a word, that’s why I love you nigga (love you
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| bro)
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| We was down bad, we’ll take somethin' like fuck a nigga (fuck him)
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| Shit got real, feds sent pressure, got the whole fam locked (free gang)
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| Brodie ain’t learn, he still keep a gun, he just like Hancock (damn)
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| Mozzy where you at? |
| I’m headed your way, hoppin' on the red eye (here I come)
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| Long way from home, still got a real killer on standby
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| That money ain’t changed shit
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| Only brung the people on us (man)
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| Ain’t no easy lick, you better let him know
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| We keep them pistols on us (we keep them bitches)
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| Don’t worry nigga, we gon' wake 'em up
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| For them bitches sleepin' on us (huh?)
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| RIP Dots, keep watchin' over
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| Gang gang, bitch free the soldiers, nigga
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| This for my niggas dead and gone
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| This for my niggas that’s all locked
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| This for my niggas sendin' them thangs
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| This for my niggas sittin' in them spots
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| Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
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| Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
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| This for my niggas dead and gone
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| This for my niggas that’s all locked
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| This for my niggas sendin' them thangs
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| This for my niggas sittin' in them spots
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| Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
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| Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
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| We into poppin' niggas even though that shit come with consequences
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| Ain’t try the gang life, I told lil brother stay optimistic
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| You gotta fall back when you be doin' hits, you can’t talk to niggas
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| He need a JPay for that flip phone so he can call the killers
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| I fuck with Lil Dallas 'cause he want for nothin'
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| Yeah he end up ballin' zilla
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| The army keep callin' and callin'
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| I told him I got him tomorrow nigga
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| Go vow for your people and treat 'em all equal
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| If they real ball them niggas
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| Shout out to shooters, they shoot up your Uber
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| If you in the car with niggas
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| Shout out my granny, she posted my bond
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| When they tried to charge a nigga
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| I know I’m a target, stash for the carbon
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| We gotta move smarter nigga
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| For the love of the gang, don’t mention the name
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| And that’s on my daughter nigga
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| For the love of the gang, don’t mention the name
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| And that’s on my daughter nigga
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| This for my niggas dead and gone
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| This for my niggas that’s all locked
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| This for my niggas sendin' them thangs
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| This for my niggas sittin' in them spots
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| Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
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| Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
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| This for my niggas dead and gone
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| This for my niggas that’s all locked
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| This for my niggas sendin' them thangs
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| This for my niggas sittin' in them spots
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| Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
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| Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
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| Made it through that storm nigga, all I seen was a drought
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| Man that bitch seen me on the 'Gram, now my dick all in her mouth
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| Got my bitch snortin' that Rick James, slumpin' all on my couch
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| Got them bows for the LeBron James, twenty-three, they en route
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| Two of my niggas turned fed
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| Can’t wait to hear they dead, hey, hey
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| One of my niggas burned bread
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| Hit him everywhere but his head, hey, hey
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| Them boys I’m with don’t rat
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| Them boys I’m with, they shred
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| Hey them boys I’m with don’t care
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| Fuck around and rob your kids
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| Hey I got this lil black steel
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| For niggas they thinkin' they big, hey
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| How you rollin' with a snitch
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| Nigga and you know he a pig?
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| Hey don’t lie to me say that’s cookies
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| Nigga you know that’s mid
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| Hey bitch don’t ask what’s in my cup
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| Bitch you know that’s red, hey
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| Bitch we made it through it
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| And if there’s any problems we bring capers to it
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| Sweet money fluid, we was movin' foolish, Glocks, fuck a coolant |
| Man my mama praid for me daily
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| I’m good mom, pray for them babies
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| Shooters goin' brazy, watch the news daily
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| Make sure they gravy, know the opps hate me, huh
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| I ain’t never told on shit, doesn’t make sense, why would I snitch?
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| They can come with A, yeah they gonna come with
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| We gon' kill anybody, you can go get it
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| Tip to the death, nigga how could I switch?
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| Dog was our dog 'til he told, now he bitch
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| Rollie on wrist, wet your whole fit
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| The biddy never sold, real gang gang bitch
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| Lost twenty niggas to the chain gang quick
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| Zone on his way, he’ll bang that bitch
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| too, tuck your chain in bitch
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| Silly nigga Christmas, got green like the Grinch
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| Can’t go broke 'cause the fiends need fix
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| Had good aim without the beam on the fifth
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| Rich or poor I’ma still squeeze it out the bitch
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| If I wasn’t rappin' I’d still be hittin' licks, bitch
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| This for my niggas dead and gone
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| This for my niggas that’s all locked
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| This for my niggas sendin' them thangs
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| This for my niggas sittin' in them spots
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| Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
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| Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
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| This for my niggas dead and gone
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| This for my niggas that’s all locked
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| This for my niggas sendin' them thangs
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| This for my niggas sittin' in them spots
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| Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
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| Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |