| My patience short, I can’t go back and forth
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| I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
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| This the most murders in history, left the city torched
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| Maybe now they get the point
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| They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
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| They can’t question nothin', we got our rank up now
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| I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
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| I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
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| Only way you gt home safe is if we ain’t in town
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| And if I am, h hit on, I’m tryna get somethin' sent home
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| Right where your partner rest in piss, they tried to flush your shit on
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| But niggas track stars, I don’t know why they act hard
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| Only shoot at backboards
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| Makin' sure he don’t survive, that’s what we double back for
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| Right now, I’m in rare form
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| Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms
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| He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs
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| Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like it’s bedbugs
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| Four deep on the same block a flunky had killed Lil Dead on
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| Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong
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| I can promise pain for your last name even once you gone
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| Hard times and sad songs and blood spilt from guns drawn
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| My patience short, I can’t go back and forth
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| I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
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| This the most murders in history, left the city torched
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| Maybe now they get the point
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| They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court
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| They can’t question nothin', we got our rank up now
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| I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
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| I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
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| Only way you get home safe is if we ain’t in town
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| Can’t call you my dawg if you ain’t the one that’s on the block with me (Let's
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| get it)
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| If you ever snake me one time ever, ain’t no apologies
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| Learned to fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges
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| Few times, kicked it with some rappers, it turned out to be robberies
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| Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds, you gotta get it off?
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| On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off
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| They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off
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| Three hundred thousand for the Lam' truck, I make the engine cough
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| I need drugs, I take prescription, I’m gifted
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| And I can’t tell you nothin', you gon' gossip 'bout my business
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| I care about my dawgs, not the blogs, I’m the trenches
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| When I’m thinkin' 'bout Von, I put an eight inside a Mistic (Yeah)
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| My patience short, I can’t go back and forth
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| I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
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| This the most murders in history, left the city torched
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| Maybe now they get the point
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| They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
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| They can’t question nothin', we got our rank up now
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| I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
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| I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
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| Only way you get home safe is if we ain’t in town |