| Yeah!
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| RIP Dex Osama
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| Lil Snupe
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| All the fallen soldiers
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| Scooter, Truce
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| When they killed my nigga Snupe I seen my young nigga
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| In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
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| Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
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| Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
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| I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
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| But now they all bustin' U-ies its goin' cost 'em
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| I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
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| Killed his only big brother and we lost him
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| So I’ma hold it down 'til we all win
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| We’ve been at the clear port ballin'
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| I just want to see my niggas flossin'
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| Hundred bands everytime I walk in
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| If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
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| Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
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| My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
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| But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
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| Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
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| Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
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| Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
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| 'Cause this the type of money get your lined up
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| And I can’t trust nobody
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| They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
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| They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll 'bout him
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| Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
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| I hope the lord got us
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| When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
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| Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
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| Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
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| Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
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| Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
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| Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
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| Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
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| And I’m throwing through stuff, I don’t feel no love
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| And I shake your body and you still wake up
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| Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
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| The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
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| I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
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| Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
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| All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
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| Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
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| I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
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| Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
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| You can’t question god, yeah yeah, these challenges
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| Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
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| SRT the challengers
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| Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
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| And I’m leaning like a project banister
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| I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager
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| Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy
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| Fuck it, we ball, yeah
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| All the soldiers we lost, yeah
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| Fuck it, we ball
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| For all the soldiers we lost
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| Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
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| Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
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| She just got a nose job and it went that bad (fuck it, we ball)
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| I was juggin' round the city, I came back
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| Fuck it, we ball
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| Yeah, fuck it, we ball
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| Tear down the mall, yeah
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| Fuck it, we ball
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| Tear down the mall, ayy |