| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner
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| Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such
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| The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it’s strut to strut
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| Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming
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| Count your blessings
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| We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions
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| How depressing, how invested click clack, pow intestines
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| Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
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| I found the crevice
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| AK bullets move mountains
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| Break them bitches down to pebbles
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| That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it a capella
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| Based on a true story we not worry you too worried
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| I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y’all too gorgeous
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| Dread head from New Orleans
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| Where the youth dem got two choices
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| Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you
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| We murdered them
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| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner
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| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner
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| Yo, Tune point and I’m dusting niggas
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| I ain’t talking lacing no marijuana
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| Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail
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| And I don’t give 2 fucks I ain’t a koala
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| My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous
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| All he see in my face is murda
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| Waste a burna is my waste a furnace
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| I’m pacing turners your face the thermos
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| First birthday wish was getting picked up
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| Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up
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| Lay down and a model bitch ache up
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| Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
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| Play tough taped off of this day pub
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| Race off like some motherfucking make up
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| Take off looking for something to take up
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| Want the paper? |
| Or you want in the paper?
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| Not horoscopes but in the horror scope
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| Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
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| They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope
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| But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
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| Blowing so much you sneezing dick
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| Believe in me I don’t believe in shit
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| Y’all pinching pennies? |
| I’m squeezing drip
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| It’s Young Money till I’m in the freezer stiff
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| Bitch
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| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner
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| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner
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| It’s all about the money nigga fuck the fame
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| Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day
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| Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again
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| Pop the pills for the pain but still won’t feel a thing
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| It’s deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang
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| Cartier frames got them looking at me strange
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| Why pre mostly heard in the rally same?
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| Lowkey can still get a brick off my name
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| Now I’mma tell you this here for my youngin and them
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| The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with
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| If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick
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| Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched
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| We now switch
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| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner
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| First degree murda
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| Beg dem nuh push it further
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| This a nuh beef weh make burga
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| The youths dem strapped with dem burner |