| I’mma tell you how my people went to jail, ya feel me
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| Doin' life, 50 plus (Free 'em)
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| Feds people took my people down
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| Then they got caught with them M’s
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| Let them niggas out, man
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| I heard the feds listenin
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| My momma, told me, Chrisy Louie, had the feds wit 'em
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| My momma, know I’m heart, body, and I ain’t scared nigga
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| Born in 92, I grew up wit no dad nigga
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| And when I catch 'em he a dead nigga (bang!)
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| This is for my niggas wit the feds nigga
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| It’s so fucked up, we talkin' glass nigga
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| Your nigga move that dope, that glass nigga (that work, work)
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| I wish my nigga used that mask nigga
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| They gave you 40 from that last case
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| 2 chains on but I’mma add base
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| Tryna' throw Rico, gave me head, face
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| Then then they tried to snake me in that red tape
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| Nigga you a wangsta and you ain’t pop none
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| My hits like Mustard in the studio, shit I drop some
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| What you know bout wakin' up, into then block slums?
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| Can’t call back, but you know they wanna couple hunnids
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| My barber for my kids, like hey I’m out a job
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| Free my niggas, doing Collard Greens like Lamar
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| 3oo, for that Rico, there’s not a lot of us
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| You can’t join us, no these beaters need a lot of trust
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| He in that low life, like where he go wrong at?
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| I told that nigga, that line phoned tapped
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| He bust a beat right here, flexin' cuz he don’t blo out
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| He got the message, don’t think that nigga got the wrong LL
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| «Hello»
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| «What up bro what’s wrong»
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| «Wrapping up these bricks»
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| «Keepin' it flowin' where you at, you ready?»
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| «Ok bitch, where you at?»
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| «Yeah, I’m downtown on my way down there now»
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| «I'm gonna grab my son, take him back to the crib»
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| «I'm gon' shoot down to the burbs right now»
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| «How many bricks you need?»
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| «Hey, you know what all the shit you have»
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| «Alright let’s do it, say no more»
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| «I got 10 bricks for you, let’s get it» |