| I been watchin' it up on a drone
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| Pull up, cockin' it, aim at his dome
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| Bust a right, I could never be wrong
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| I’ma fight for the love that we on
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| When we fuckin' I never be 'lone
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| And I never go the same way home
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| When I slide, gotta switch up the route
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| Can’t let 'em follow Lil Snipe to the house
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| I wish I could stop thuggin' for real
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| Leave the streets without me bein' killed
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| For so long, I been goin' on drills
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| Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal
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| I don’t care, it’s wherever we see him
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| Pussy boy better hide in the crib
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| I don’t care if he out with his kid
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| 'Cause he ain’t 'posed to be outside, period
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| I wish I could stop blowin' my banger
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| I wish I could catch hold of my anger
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| With the gang and we high, lit, dangerous
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| Screamin', «Let's get it"and twistin' our fingers
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| Screamin', «Let's get it"and everybody with it
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| They know who get it lit in the bity
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| They know we get it lit in the city
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| Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted
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| Can’t nobody say shit about Syk
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| That my brother, he wrong or he right
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| And 'bout Mac, I don’t wanna hear nothin'
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| Even though he so goddamn ugly
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| Call Riko, I know that he comin'
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| That my Dirty Jay, Dirty my cousin
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| Play with me, Lil Ceejay gon' go dummy
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| Lil Robert won’t chill and just get to that money
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| Poppin' Percs, I take three to the head
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| I can’t focus, I keep seein' red
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| Have emotion I’m tryna suppress
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| Get in motion, I’m tryna suppress (Yeah)
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| That nigga switched out on everybody
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| When I get him, I did that for the 'jects (Yeah)
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| G Mac and Riko my stepbrothers
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| All of us brothers and all of us gon' step
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| Get it done and we go have some fun
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| 'Til somebody else say they want somethin'
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| I’m a gangsta, got pardoned by Trump
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| But I’m still out here bustin' my gun
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| Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
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| On my soul, I believe in Lil Chris
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| And I hate I had fell out with Wiz
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| You did what you did, so I did what I did
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| I don’t lie, but I steal and I kill
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| I wish I could stop poppin' these pills
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| Hit his head and it drop on a wheel
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| Fresh out of juvie I got me a deal
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| Told my son I won’t let no one kill me
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| 'Cause I promised to take him to Disney
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| It’s a must I keep clutchin' the semi
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| Show in the O, but my room in Kissimmee
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| I know everybody tell her I’m silly
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| But I hope that she see the best in me
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| Think she feelin' the kid like I’m Gillie
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| Like she feelin' the kid, like I’m yuh
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| I’ma snipe, anybody get touched
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| If it’s pressure, I’m stretchin' you out
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| Last night we was vibin' so tough
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| She fuckin' with me, and I’m fuckin' with her
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| I wish we could run off somewhere nice
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| On a island, you wake up my wife
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| Hopefully, I can stop livin' shiesty
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| Like we back from the dead, let’s go start a new life
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| I wish I could stop thuggin' for real
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| Leave the streets without me being killed
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| For so long, I been goin' on drills
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| Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal
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| I wish I could stop blowin' my banger
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| I wish I could catch hold of my anger
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| With the gang and we high, lit, dangerous
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| Screaming «Let's get it"and twistin' our fingers
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| Screaming «Let's get it"and everybody with it
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| They know who get it lit in the bity
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| They know we get it lit in the city
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| Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted |