| I was in a slump
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| Ever since I lost my brother, I’ve been getting drunk
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| Slowly crawling out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally
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| Any nigga play with me I dunk, physically
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| Everywhere I be we keep a couple glocks tucked
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| I ain’t hard to see I’m in that double R truck
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| I can’t lie, I got a lot of money, ton of money
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| Stackin money, I don’t walk to money, run to money
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| Money callin, bitch I go to money, come to money
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| Money fallin', I got Winter money, Summer money
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| Uh oh, woke up spent a hundo
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| Still don’t give a Fuck though
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| Clips with hunchos, glocks with switches get a bunch of em
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| Had them killas touch on em, like they got a crush on em
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| We get niggas scared shots never put a crutch on em
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| Like the gear, I clutch on it
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| We could wait to buss on em
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| Took years he had luck though but fuck buddy he cutthroat
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| Me and foenem cut throats
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| We ain’t waiting on no get backs so it’s bro nem must go
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| Run up hittin, really with that, we make niggas drop poles
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| Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches drop lo’s
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| And they texting lock codes
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| He a hoe, his glock cold
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| Fingers twitching when I tote, fire itching in my coat
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| I’m a say it and I quote: I can’t wait for gun smoke
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| In them trenches I’m a goat, like my mama fuck goats
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| I can’t sleep I stay woke
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| Silent I’m forever woke
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| Dreamin like I’m never woke
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| Got knowledge I’m forever woke
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| Setbacks but I got better though
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| The realest shit I never wrote
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| I’m crazy but I’m clever though
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| They came to me I never spoke
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| Gang shit I’m claiming it
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| Get angry I’m dangerous
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| Don’t run I got range
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| This shit change me when I’m aiming it
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| 120 in 2 lanes
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| Swervo can’t be in no Wrangler
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| 200 on 2 chains when they hang and they tanglin
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| I hustle all day I come from hallways slangin it
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| You hop out broad day, fuck with you the long way, rectangular
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| This shit ain’t hard man my opps be sitting ducks, dangling
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| We tint trucks daily
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| At least ten of us we keep our fingers twisted up bangin
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| You ain’t on shit what? |
| Pussy be cliqued up
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| Don’t give no fuck yo clique sus
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| Don’t put em against us
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| Don’t leave niggas stiff on the fence stuck
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| Forgive me again for my sins
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| Many men fall victim of this sin cause they friends
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| Cuz I need a cleanse I need a rinse
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| Blew his fuckin brains out ain’t make no sense
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| Throwin B’s up we swarm shit, on cap
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| I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap |