| Yeah, it’s crazy cuz, man like…
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| I saw one of the guys shootin' on the corner
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| Damn nigga, this nigga really shootin' on the corner
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| All the little kids… everybody runnin'
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| He shot the whole van up, I’m like 'damn… what we do?'
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| I been so paranoid
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| I hear these niggas tryna fuck with me
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| For real, shit, I know I got enemies
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| I can’t let them niggas into me
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| I ain’t scared to die, nigga
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| I’ll take your life, nigga
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| Fuck it, shoot 'em down, nigga
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| A hundred rounds’ll blow you down, nigga
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| I be the hottest nigga out my city
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| Bitch you with some shit, you never signed no titties
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| Know a nigga shining, all my diamonds pretty
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| I hit a lick, I’m worth a couple million
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| That car nympho hundred thou, nigga
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| That top drop like Pacquiao, nigga
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| I hit up KOD and left a hundred in it
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| Hundred on my watch, I’m shining every minute
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| They caught 'em on that corner, left a hundred in 'em
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| Niggas goin' broke, died and never buried
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| Paranoia, got me watchin' lawyers
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| Molly water, tryna wait for sober
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| And I made a mil in thirty minutes
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| And I’m riding clipped with thirty in it
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| And your head, I’ll put 'bout thirty in it
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| When them shots hit 'em, chopper down, nigga
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| I been sober, paranoia
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| Got baking soda, come help ya boy out
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| Get your head blown off your body for a verse
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| When that chopper hit 'em, niggas yell or holler mercy
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| Bloody murder, go and dig the dirt out
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| Choppers ringin', they ain’t let 'em get a word out
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| Don’t be talkin' 'bout nothin' you done heard 'bout
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| Niggas gettin' smoked, bitches gettin' turned out |