| Drug raids, conspiracies, murders, homicides
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| Mommas cryin', that’s was going down where I reside
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| Fuck the opps, they can’t come outside
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| We let out shots and everytime they come outside
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| And if you looking for G Herbo, I bet I’m outside
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| You niggas rap about respect, well I’m a die 'bout mine
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| 7−9, Roc block, that’s where I reside
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| Seen a lot of niggas die but I’m not traumatized
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| Cause G Herbo on the 8 Block with a whole lot of savages
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| Lil cause in the cut posted, toting.30s and the Mac and shit
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| Better not ride through, if we don’t know you cause poppin' out and he clappin'
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| shit
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| Lil cause only 16, really with the shits and he average
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| Run up on you with the Glocks, send a couple shots, oso accurate
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| Spin again around the block, empty out the Glock, ain’t nobody miss
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| And free Lil Mally, you know that’s my lil bro, he my other shooter
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| Mad Max, that’s my big bro, you know Lil Merch’ll do you?
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| I’m a Robin, Truey fiend, Gucci, Louis fiend, Herbo do his thing
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| All my jewelry, hundreds in my pocket, broke boy, miss me with the foolery
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| If you ain’t No Limit you can’t cool with me
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| And I’m that nigga, I been fuckin' bitches sayin' they went to school with me
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| Catchin' feelings, they got nothing to do with me
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| A lot of niggas actin' funny now cause I’m getting money now
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| Just cause all my niggas countin' hundreds now, niggas wanna come around
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| I don’t fuck with niggas, only with my 10 year niggas, them No Limit niggas
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| We a 150, gotta keep em with me, cause for me they’ll kill a nigga
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| When I’m in my shows, bitches run up on me soon as I hit the scene
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| Pourin' up a sixth of lean, smoking dope, sippin' drinks
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| Ferragamo belt hold up 20 racks stuffed in my denim jeans
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| And when I ride off, Glock.40 sitting on my lap with the beam
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| All these drugs that I’m off, I really need to quit
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| Off the shits right now I call Manski I’ll tell him bring a zip
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| I make money outta state, take it to the store or put it on the strip
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| And we ain’t fuckin' with the jakes, snatch us up bet you we don’t remember shit |