| These lil boys know I ain’t scared of nothin'
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| Pull up shooting with my man gun
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| You want war, better have yo' bands up
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| Mami keep telling me chill
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| But the devil keep telling me kill
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| I’m tryna work on my ways
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| Stop drinking that lean and fuck all them pills
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| Focused on living life and running my bands up
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| He speak Brokenese, that’s why he don’t understand us
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| I don’t understand you niggas
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| I won’t give up these Benjis
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| I ain’t got time for you broke bitches
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| All that fake flexing like you got it, but your mans on
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| Please don’t hit my Apple 'bout no drugs, just call my Android
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| Swear that money only solve my problems
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| And if yo' bitch worthless, I feed her to the goblins
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| I know that you all gon' change on me
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| And tell the runner put the bag on me
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| Fuck it, then it’s shame on me
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| When it storm, let it rain on me
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| These lil boys know I ain’t scared of nothin'
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| Pull up shooting with my man gun
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| You want war, better have yo' bands up
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| Mami keep telling me chill
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| But the devil keep telling me kill
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| I’m tryna work on my ways |
| Stop drinking that lean and fuck all them pills
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| Focused on living life and running my bands up
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| He speak Brokenese, that’s why he don’t understand us
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| Yeah, they turned me to a monster
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| Don’t run when you see this chopper
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| Work on his body, I’m no doctor
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| Mama told you don’t fuck with the monsters
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| Yeah, I come from the hood
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| Where shit ain’t too safe, it’s just money and blood
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| The grass never green, it’s just plenty of mud
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| Can you leave me alone?
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| I really wanna be stuck in my zone
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| Block out the world and don’t answer my phone
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| No, I’m ready to run these bands up
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| Can’t be wasting time with no plan, boy
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| I don’t expect you to see how my plan goin'
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| They like, «Kyyngg, you the reaper’s son»
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| These lil boys know I ain’t scared of nothin'
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| Pull up shooting with my man gun
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| You want war, better have yo' bands up
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| Mami keep telling me chill
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| But the devil keep telling me kill
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| I’m tryna work on my ways
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| Stop drinking that lean and fuck all them pills
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| Focused on living life and running my bands up
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| He speak Brokenese, that’s why he don’t understand us |
| He a broke ass nigga, that’s his problem
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| I’ma run up all these Benjis, fuck yo' problem
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| Nigga try to take it, I’ma show you goblins |