| Without my guns, I feel so lonely
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| Without my chips bitch, I feel so lonely
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| I’m not the one, when it’s on I’ll gun down your whole fleet
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| These niggas think they know me but they really don’t me
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| All my girls extra fly
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| Get murdered if you testify
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| Ain’t no way we’ll let it slide
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| He gon' be the next to die
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| This Cook' got me extra high
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| I’m tryna' get this work out
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| And I don’t mean the exercise
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| Weed without the pesticides
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| Shit been mainey, yeah my whole crew’s next in line
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| Check some head and get bread just to bless the mic
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| Black duffle bags, stacks wrapped in rubber bands
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| I’m in love with Xans, Rolly cost me twenty-grand
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| West Oakland, leave a bird with the other man
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| I’m back in Frisco, ridin' in a murder van
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| Life’s changed, just keep me outta cage
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| And when I go, let me die where I was raised
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| In the Bay, where we don’t play
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| And we drop a bitch if she don’t pay
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| Cocaine got me rich back in 08'
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| So straight, yeah that money don’t wait
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| Got the Cookies running through the whole state
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| Bitch, cowboy
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| Without my guns, I feel so lonely
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| Without my chips bitch, I feel so lonely
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| I’m not the one, when it’s on I’ll gun down your whole fleet
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| These niggas think they know me but they really don’t me
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| Got killers watchin' my back
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| Police all in my business
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| That chopper working them out
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| Call it physical fitness
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| I catch you slippin' the whip out
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| And nigga you was on my shit list
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| My life is a movie, she said she can’t miss
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| I sell drugs, cause nigga I’m a misfit
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| Realest nigga in my district
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| My mama whip it like Bisquick
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| I don’t fuck with them lame hoes
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| So I wouldn’t fuck up with shorty
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| She so sick, she off dope dick
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| I’m counting greens and my hands hurt
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| Got two bricks in my bitch purse
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| Cause real niggas gettin' money first
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| Cyphers, boy I came from a wild turf
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| From them gangstas that’ll lay you down
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| If you running around softer than a nerf
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| You could smell the Cookies in my t-shirt
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| The drug factory, that’s where we work
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| You could smell the Cookies in my t-shirt
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| The drug factory, that’s where we work
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| The drug factory, that’s where we work
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| Without my guns, I feel so lonely
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| Without my chips bitch, I feel so lonely
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| I’m not the one, when it’s on I’ll gun down your whole fleet
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| These niggas think they know me but they really don’t me
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| (Drug-store-cow-boys, it’s Freeze)
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| Bitch you got me fucked up
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| Freeze always been turnt up
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| Everytime I see Bern & Wiz, them trees always get burnt up
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| Tryna' stay away from them people
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| One eye on that peep hole
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| Always out in them streets though
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| So you always see me in street clothes
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| It’s Freeze hoe, in the middle of the night
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| I’m the traffic getting them G’s hoe
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| Styling on em like Stalin on them
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| Get lost in a bitch like nemo
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| I’mma cowboy like C-Bo
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| Bout to open this drug store
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| Tweakers all in my line boy
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| What the hell you think all the drugs for
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| We hood rich, but we act broke when them hoes come with they problems
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| No love, but she love me cause I stay hitting that bottom
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| And these niggas know that I’m solid
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| I just do me, I don’t start no problems
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| But I’ll finish those so don’t start with me
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| And then look at me like I’m wildin'
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| More money, more problems, I take those and I solve them
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| Turn a hoe into a super star, when she met me she was nobody
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| I’m in coke white yogati
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| White chain with them white stones
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| Never leave without the pipe on
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| Swiping credit cards on my IPhone
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| (Freeze)
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| Without my guns, I feel so lonely
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| Without my chips bitch, I feel so lonely
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| I’m not the one, when it’s on I’ll gun down your whole fleet
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| These niggas think they know me but they really don’t me
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| Yeah
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| I feel so loney
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| Just about my chips
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| It don’t stop bitch
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| Real nigga standing right here
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| I feel so lonely
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| They think they know me but they really don’t know me |