| I still miss my brothers
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| Use to love each other
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| Couple they went missing
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| So I pray until we reunite
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| I don’t know no better
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| I’m riding for my niggas wrong or right
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| Use to sleep on me I got it
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| Now my haters open eyes
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| Pockets full of cheese
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| She just wanna spend them dollar signs
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| No we not the same
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| Cause I’m tryna make them dollar signs
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| And I stay on flick
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| Use to love the streets
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| And I got money but still hanging around
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| Some felonies
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| Get it how you live I went and got it there’s so many ways
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| I lost my niggas to the cells they got too many days
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| And I won’t tell no lie, swear to god my life’s amazing
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| They say I missed my ride I took my time and made it safe
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| Couple they be plotting tryna crash me
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| Had to switch my lane
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| Told me you were riding
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| Took your time but now it’s kinda late
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| I keep my nine so fuck a fight
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| This ain’t no mma
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| I stuck around and took my problems
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| To the fuckin face
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| I still miss my brothers
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| Use to love each other
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| Couple they went missing
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| So I pray until we reunite
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| I don’t know no better
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| I’m riding for my niggas wrong or right
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| Use to sleep on me I got it
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| No my haters open eyes
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| Pockets full of cheese
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| She just wanna spend them dollar signs
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| No we not the same
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| Cause I’m tryna make them dollar signs
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| And I stay on flick
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| Use to love the streets
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| And I got money but still hanging around
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| Some felonies
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| They don’t want no smoke
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| If it’s smoke just let me know
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| Wake up in the morning
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| With some bread I ain’t talking toast
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| Hit the club with my man’s
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| We love to throw up all these bands yeah
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| Every other week she tryna come up with a plan
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| See the worst in the rain on my knees I’m steady praying
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| Every other week I’m seeing bodies in the grave yard
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| Remember momma told me ain’t nobody gon save us
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| You tweak with us we busting and my youngins make you famous
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| I still miss my brothers
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| Use to love each other
|
| Couple they went missing
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| So I pray until we reunite
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| I don’t know no better
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| I’m riding for my niggas wrong or right
|
| Use to sleep on me I got it
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| Now my haters open eyes
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| Pockets full of cheese
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| She just wanna spend them dollar signs
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| No we not the same
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| Cause I’m tryna make them dollar signs
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| And I stay on flick
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| Use to love the streets
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| And I got money but still hanging around
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| Some felonies |