| Jumped off the porch young nigga, all I knew was go get it
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| Grew up without a father figure he was josin' in prison
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| Collect calls from my brother he said you got the ticket
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| Just spit the truth and you can’t lose one day you gon' be the sickest
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| Fuck you hoes and pussy niggas right now I’m on a mission
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| Ain’t got no heart don’t give a fuck, so it’s fuck how you feelin'
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| Keyboard thuggin, I’ma have to come and pay you a visit
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| Don’t need a diaper, where my sniper pull up and leave you shitty
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| All them long nights posted at the store with my niggas
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| Time to eat, walk down you gettin' approached with that pistol
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| Woke up in this, this shit wicked we supposed to be bigger
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| What the fuck is it gonna take for them to notice who sicker
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| Tonight I’m goin' hunting spinning all in your section
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| You say you steppin' come and test me
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| Watch how quick it get hectic
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| Can’t let you slide if you die watch how quick he get messy
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| I eat beef, let off three and turn your shit to spaghetti
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| Nine to five with that iron bitch you know I be flexin'
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| Don’t let my youngins sneeze on you
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| He a send you a blessing
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| Come through your chimney while you sleepin'
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| Bust you up while you restin'
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| Ain’t gotta aim close range with this 30 like Stephen |