| Made it out the Chi'
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| If I didn’t, wouldn’t see today
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| It’s a setback, everytime I see the cage
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| You got warfare, if you do then can play
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| It got real dark, all I brought see the way
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| It can be Nacho Cheese, made lil shorty Frito-Lay
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| I look both ways crossin' the streets and that shit still wasn’t safe
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| I don’t go to church, man, damn I need to pray
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| S-o-s-a, b-a-b-y, gang
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| How that pound smell?
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| We don’t know you boy, get your ass from round here
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| For the round table, I went bought some round chairs
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| Fendy, Louwop and Guwop, my lounge gear
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| At the gun range, sound checkin', sound clear
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| She want the guwop, the louwop, I don’t wear
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| Tell your man (Bop bop bop), don’t go there
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| I’m in the church, and I’m tryna get my soul clear
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| Wrote my name on the wall, hope it don’t smear
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| Said I love you forty times, I was sincere
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| He poppin' out with same clothes that my bitch wear
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| Dirty hoe said I was broke, and I said «bitch where?»
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| All my exes missing out they need to get here
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| All these bitches up in my hair like some L’Oréal
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| Bro got booked in 2011, it feel like forty years
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| Hi, lil' Keef, Granny is so proud of you
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| Goin' on with your life, go down to my house and kept going
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| Granny just love it, keep going, baby, keep going
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| Granny just love how you move and doing yourself, and doing yourself well
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| Thank God |