| I don’t know what else to do, shit
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| I was made like this
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| But Iil niggas at risk
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| They lie to just to ice they wrist
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| My niggas locked on the phone
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| Or they dead in the casket
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| Keep on thinking this shit a game
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| And you ain’t gon last long
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| I don’t know what else to do, shit
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| I was made like this
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| But Iil niggas at risk
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| They lie to just to ice they wrist
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| My niggas locked on the phone
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| Or they dead in the casket
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| Keep on thinking this shit a game
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| And you ain’t gon last long
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| Oh Oh deli dead and gone and it hurt
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| The only time I see my nigga, on the back
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| Of a shirt
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| We used to get it out of the mud
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| Had to play in the dirt
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| This street shit up and down like
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| A gift in a curse
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| Dead and locked in the fence
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| I can’t tell you what’s worse
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| Cause nel got 14 and Ted took 21
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| Yo Brodie got knocked down
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| We up, nigga 2−1
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| We used to strip niggas with that Mac, pussy
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| Just for fun
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| No we all in, in n out the pin
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| Bitch I’m goin in, bitch I’m tryna win
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| So what you tryna spin
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| Cause I don’t do no friends nigga
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| No I’m not no dumb nigga |
| Still pull up on yo block
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| We still lookin for the one niggas
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| Catch the nigga slippin
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| Watch my niggas turn to grave diggers
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| Trap my south city bitch
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| We some made niggas
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| Gotta elevate your hustle just a bubble
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| My nigga had the dog
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| Got hit then he fumble, lost it all
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| I guess it’s safe to say the cookie crumbled
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| So I guess now it’s all on me
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| Gotta work for what you want cause nigga ain’t shit free
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| And if you lookin for that work
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| You know I got that shit chi
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| I don’t know what else to do, shit
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| I was made like this
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| But Iil niggas at risk
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| They lie to just to ice they wrist
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| My niggas locked on the phone
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| Or they dead in the casket
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| Keep on thinking this shit a game
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| And you ain’t gon last long
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| I don’t know what else to do, shit
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| I was made like this
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| But Iil niggas at risk
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| They lie to just to ice they wrist
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| My niggas locked on the phone
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| Or they dead in the casket
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| Keep on thinking this shit a game
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| And you ain’t gon last long
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| Let em do when you broke and got nothing to eat
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| Real niggas always takin L’s but they get back on they feet |
| My niggas took a couple shells
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| Had to see him in sheets
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| And all my nigga ever wanted was a college degree
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| I’m screaming fuck my enemies till I’m deceased, cause I ain’t breathe in peace
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| I knock a nigga off his feet and leave him on the creed
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| I swear I’m down for my team, I put that shit on me
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| Swear I was crying, tryna sleep cause all the shit I’ve seen
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| I’m from the south, for them niggas who be watching me
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| My nigga los up in the cut, he got the Glock on me
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| My nigga fighting trials, they put that life on him
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| I knew a nigga lost his life, he had that ice on him
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| I’m on that ate sharing cause my niggas tryna eat
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| He beat the case and did the race, my nigga’s left to see
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| I’m on that ate sharing cause my niggas tryna eat
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| He beat the case and did the race, my nigga’s left to see
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| I don’t know what else to do, shit
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| I was made like this
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| But Iil niggas at risk
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| They lie to just to ice they wrist
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| My niggas locked on the phone
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| Or they dead in the casket
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| Keep on thinking this shit a game
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| And you ain’t gon last long |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit
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| I was made like this
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| But Iil niggas at risk
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| They lie to just to ice they wrist
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| My niggas locked on the phone
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| Or they dead in the casket
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| Keep on thinking this shit a game
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| And you ain’t gon last long |