| From young I could never stay at home
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| Bro I’m way too involved in these roads
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| Swear my man was chatting bare wass
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| Till I seen him on road and he froze
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| Them man are neeks on road
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| Getting robbed for their shit, what a joke
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| I was O.T. |
| with bro
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| Break down slabs, chop down stones
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| Two cases pending
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| Bro said he’s down, needs food so I lend him
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| Boy a opp if a opp befriend him, no happy ending
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| Bang bang if you’re beefing my bredrin
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| Them man love chat, they’re pretending, I ain’t into sending
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| I’d rather find where he sleeps, get my young hittas sent in
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| And that’s a say less ting, bro say less, say less
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| Cah the obbo’s really real, fuck feds
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| My ting good, big breasts and the head game real intense
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| No stress, loud pack leng, went straight to my head
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| Progress, stepped out of pen and I made that bread
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| From young I could never stay at home
|
| Bro I’m way too involved in these roads
|
| Swear my man was chatting bare wass
|
| Till I seen him on road and he froze
|
| Them man are neeks on road
|
| Getting robbed for their shit, what a joke
|
| I was O.T. |
| with bro
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| Break down slabs, chop down stones |