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SOS
Ooh J Mak
Free smoke, free smoke
Remember riding around giving out free tokes
Mama used to ask why I got three phones
I can’t wait for the day they let broski home
Really waitin' for the touchdown
Member being down, but a young nigga up now
Riding 'round my city, I can never put the gun down
I grew up as kid being used to the gun sound
I’m really used to the gun shots, big 30 clips
But we used to have one pop
Just say the word my nigga
Then you know that it’s done top
Fuck a full clip, you get pitched off of one shot
You get pitched off of one green, better think smart
Cuase you only got one brain
50 bands, but I only got one chain
These bitches want my money
But only got one ting
Or maybe two, dicking both
You can’t really trust these bitches so I stick and move
And I’m feeling like Wassi, the way I’m quick to shoot
Ha?
the way I’m quick to shoot
And i gotta make it nigga cuase I spit the truth
Got me going through some shit that I wish you knew
That I wish you understand
I’m tryna turn 50 to a 100 fucking bands
Yeah I got a 100 plans
Got through it, yeah I got a 100 stamps
Tryna run up on me wrong
You gonna end up like your man
Six feet, yeah I’m ruling in the courtz
Every time we on your block yeah it’s like a fucking sport
Call my youngins up, you know they gon score
You don’t wanna let us in so we kick in the door
And we coming for the cash
And we coming for the safe
I ain’t going nowhere, stop talking about the race
I ain’t rolling with K, but I’m rolling with a cane
Don’t move too sick cuase every dog has it’s day
So you better play your part
Fuck shooting up the car
My shooters walk up on your block
And have you cooling with the stars