| OG, you get rebound
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| OG status on god put a nigga ass down
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| (Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)
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| Do you wanna see a dead body
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| Young nigga with some money
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| They say that I’m rich chocolate
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| My nigga never had a penny those some foamposites
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| Made a play for thirty and flipped it
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| That’s when he quit robbin
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| Fell in love with meds got addicted to all that pill poppin
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| I lost my nigga fentanyl in some pills
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| I couldn’t take it lost G Spence main dat been my nigga for years
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| May in he 5 in peace
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| My bitch blacc ass hell but she foreign she speak Guyanese
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| Menace to society if I can’t walk dis drake gone be my cane
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| If my nigga want you gone I need location and a name
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| Yea our moves different
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| We gone clean the scene after that wax
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| To have some clues missing
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| 100 get em put under the water call the blues fishes
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| I don’t understand how you a shooter but yo tool missing
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| Daddy was a killer and a robber dats my true ambition
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| If it isn’t love seeing blood den dis ain’t new edition
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| You better cool it now dis Bobby brown it got a cooling system
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| Don’t you fucc around wit fucc arounds and be da newest victim
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| Turn him to a fraction he can’t understand the algorism
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| Made a song wit drake toating a drake that came wit criticism
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| I never had a thing for track n field but dealt wit racism
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| My own homie stole from out my house that mad me hate niggas
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| Dat day dem bitches tried to set me up dat made me hate women
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| Do you wanna see a dead body
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| Young nigga with some money
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| They say that I’m rich chocolate
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| My nigga never had a penny those some foamposites
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| Made a play for thirty and flipped it
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| That’s when he quit robbin
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| Fell in love with meds got addicted to all that pill poppin
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| (Brr, brr)
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| When shiesty put that choppa on his ass
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| Bet he get to hollerin
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| Yeah, before I picked up a microphone
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| We was really robbin
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| I seen a nigga still get hit up
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| Then had seven bodies
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| That’s how shit go
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| You gotta know the streets don’t love nobody
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| Same day I turned my Glock to a chopper
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| I had to stop promoting the violence
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| Running we take took yo setup
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| They watching yo diamonds
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| Don’t worry bout the drac if I got it
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| Just know I’m finding
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| Gotta blame cge for life
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| It ain’t no nevermindin
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| Two bodies drop it’s perfect timin
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| Finesse the nigga in Dior
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| I’m still stylin while I’m slimin
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| New opp pack hittin so hard
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| Ain’t get it from a member
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| But there you lyin
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| Still creepin through they block
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| Can’t take my phone I’m trynna read signs (brr)
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| Do you wanna see a dead body
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| Young nigga with some money
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| They say that I’m rich chocolate
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| My nigga never had a penny those some foamposites
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| Made a play for thirty and flipped it
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| That’s when he quit robbin
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| Fell in love with meds got addicted to all that pill poppin |