| I would describe special spirit and God knows, I’ve seen my nigga,
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| like it’s now man
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| No matter many times niggas never lie
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| Apparating on whoever you swore my nigga
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| No more season I’m a hold in yo swell now
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| So homie don’t worry it ain’t even about you man
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| Yeah business man, talm bout now
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| You’re just mob and gang under the same umbrella man
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| Homie rather get that Tomas
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| File it up and squash niggas you know
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| Nowadays niggas wanna stay conscious starting charities now
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| Gang shit, mob ties, but the streets married me nigga
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| Well, don’t go for it man
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| Don’t go for it man
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| It’s either cells or the morgue at this point my G
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| No savage jazz man
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| Like this music’s the only thing stopping the maniac man
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| When niggas dead I open my weed man
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| Know South Side it at man stand fully alert
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| Know his ass with the warden blowing oxygen on the run
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| Doe Boy you be doing something amazing yeah
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| Touches to the soul my G, what’s left of it
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| I started at my nigga like a sasquatch day in and day out
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| Well you ain’t coming for it
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| Well, the thing is yo it’s on, my nigga
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| We gon suffocate these niggas man
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| These niggas that ain’t sponsor this shit
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| Yeah when he was dead in the senses my lil homie opened his own
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| Man shout out to be big homies now, sense you now
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| 'Fore I say this shit my nigga you gotta be willing to listen
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| At your disposal at this point, blam, rah, gang shit now
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| Doe Boy yo next now
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| Don’t do this alone boy
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| Fo' sure on game
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| Man ya’ll niggas man proud a this castle
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| Yo man we bout to get into traffic bro
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| And I love you man |