| They say what’s the point of living, everybody die
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| If everybody say they real, don’t no nobody lie
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| My bitch is hating, and I’m childish 'cause I love to slide
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| And I can tell you niggas bitches, see it in your eyes
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| I’m really moving, I’m lowkey 'cause I ain’t new to this
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| I’m shooting shit
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| I just bought a gun it got a cooler kit, a ruler clip
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| Hold an extra thirty when I’m shooting shit, a movie hit
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| I’m squeezing 'til there’s zero in this Ruger clip
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| Aye, mask on, a nigga mask off
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| You put your trust into that bitch and then she fagged off
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| You let me rock with your toolie, then I ran off
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| Nigga ain’t really my nigga, can’t get this back dog
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| If I’m a gunna my nigga, then you a gunna too
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| And I ain’t fuckin' with you my nigga if you ain’t down to shoot
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| And I ain’t gon' be eating, you ain’t eating 'cause I’m sharin' food
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| And if I spot a sucka, I’m shooting 'cause that’s what gunnas do
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| To tell the truth, if I get caught, then I gotta lie
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| I’ll always slide, free my nigga trying to fight some time
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| These niggas say they love you, then forget you in no amount of time |
| Niggas throwing shade, all this hate, they trying to block your shine
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| I’m on my grind, but I swear I’m not a rappin' nigga
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| Give a price on your head, then I’m clappin' niggas
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| I swear to God, on my life, I ain’t just rappin' nigga
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| In the field, I just happen to rap better than half you niggas
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| Gang
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| If I’m a shooter, you a shooter too
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| And I ain’t shooting for you my nigga if you ain’t down to shoot
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| Gunna gang shit, shooting things, I do it for the blues
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| If you ain’t down to shoot, I ain’t ridin' if you ain’t shooting too
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| Aye, if I’m a shooter, you a shooter too
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| And I ain’t shooting for you my nigga if you ain’t down to shoot
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| Gunna gang shit, shooting things I do it for the blues
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| If you ain’t down to shoot, I ain’t ridin' if you ain’t shooting too |