| As I blaze, can’t help but think about my little nephew
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| My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggas
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| Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell
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| We call America
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but haters
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| And snakes, and sinners, and fuckin' perpetrators
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but fire
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| And niggas will kill ya ass quicker than Michael Myers
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but hustlas
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| Drugs smugglas, and Reel Life ghetto strugglas
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but evil
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| People seekin' 'Redrum' wit' they body leakin'
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but money
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| Win or lose fritos up in Detroit casinos
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but pressure
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| And niggas be on the grind like the lookin' for buried treasure
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but snake bitches
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| All about they things, don’t give a fuck about no niggas
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Even wit' a baby, the mental stress alone will drive your ass crazy
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Gotta keep your head together and open up your eyes or be out cold forever
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Never bribe to the crime, they can’t trace the styles, too hard of a design
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Diabolical, biological, DNA, they match ya hair follicle
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Police trouble you, CCW, don’t be slippin' in the bubble 'cuz ya brain’s numb
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Warfare be mental and if you get cooked it ain’t coincidental
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Till ya getcha play off, offence might blitz so you keep ya sawed-off
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Trapped up so you don’t get wrapped up in a body bag, fresh ink on ya toe-tag
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Through all four seasons, blood money be the reason niggas triggas be squeezin'
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| For protection in ya section, I be flexin' a slug and brain connection
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| For the robbas, and the jackas, and the sneak attackas, ambushes out the bushes
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| When you gotcha top dropped, gotta keep the Glock cocked
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| No safety, ready to rock
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| (Ready to rock, stay strapped up)
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| As I fall, I twist and turn
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| I fly through the sky, I crash and burn
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz ain’t nothin' out here but preachers
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| Crazy kids in the classrooms gunnin' down the teachers
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| When you gettin' high, never wonder why people die, killas murder without an
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| alibi
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Witcha ammunition 'cuz you just might be on another mission
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Ricochet, bullets stray, you might die one day from the evil gun play
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| 'Cuz that’s my slogan, when I’m rollin' and controllin', still pistol holdin'
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| If you wanna stay alive keep a .45 tucked in ya drawers by ya side
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Drugs, cocaine, insane, bullet to the brain, no pain no gain
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| Even when you in the rain, 'Fuck Da Fame', just come and take aim
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| When the cannons start bustin' all they seen was flames
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| Young niggas stay strapped
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| When the cannons start bustin' all they seen was flames
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| When the cannons start bustin' all they seen was flames |