| Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary
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| My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery
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| This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary
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| Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary
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| Every nigga in my city tote a choppa
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| Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper
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| Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil' niggas gone wanna rob ya
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| Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya
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| My lil' nigga steppin' he gone step on you in Prada
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| Bag on yo head my lil' niggas try to make that dollar
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| Bag on yo head gone push yo shit back like a barber
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| The rules in the street we will bring it to ya mama
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| Ain’t no rules when it’s beef we bombing shit up like Osama
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| I ain’t worried about you I got more shooters than Obama
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| I ain’t worried about you bitch you run up you a goner
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| Ain’t playin' no games my niggas gone burn ya
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| Ain’t shooting in the air my niggas don’t warn ya
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| Play with one of mines then I’ma come for ya
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| See you with it and they try to destroy ya
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| Play no games with the tool can’t let them toy ya
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| Just 'cause that’s yo nigga don’t mean he for ya
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| You never know he might do it to ya
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| You never know can’t let him fool ya
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| Fore you cross me I’m a send shots through ya
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| I’ma do ya like I never knew ya
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| Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary
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| My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery
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| This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary
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| Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary
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| Every nigga in my city tote a choppa
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| Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper
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| Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil' niggas gone wanna rob ya
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| Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya
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| Can’t be messing with some of you niggas that’s from where I’m from
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| How the fuck you niggas steppin' and you never shot ya gun
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| Ain’t got no vest up on ya chest don’t run up on me, dumb
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| And if you got one bring another one for ya potna nem
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| I’m tryna spin on one of you weird niggas 'til all your friends are dead
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| These niggas acting like they real niggas but they working for the feds
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| These niggas snitching just like 6ix9ine giving info out like Akademiks
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| How the fuck a street nigga the main witness
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| How the fuck a street nigga doing police business
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| I done seen a street nigga do police work
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| Micheal & David Lane on paperwork
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| The ones you ain’t expecting that’s gone be the ones that crack first
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| When the pressure come I’m a blast first
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| Steady chasing hoes you gone lack first
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| She a witness too might tag her
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| Cause they catch me if they catch her
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| Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary
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| My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery
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| This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary
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| Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary
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| Every nigga in my city tote a choppa
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| Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper
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| Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil' niggas gone wanna rob ya
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| Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya |