| You know I just got off the phone my ma
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| I told her the baby’s straight
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| State to state nigga, pull up activities
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| Used to be a broke nigga, that ain’t nothin' new
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| Now check out the faces a nigga thumbin' through
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| Always down to smoke niggas, that ain’t nothin' new
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| Internal affairs the homies funk with homies too
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| To be accounted for your body count, show and prove
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| When all the odds is against you, niggas supposed to lose
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| Called momma last night like what I’m supposed to do?
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| How would you feel if you felt death approachin' you?
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| I already lost the niggas I was closest to
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| You don’t wanna live like this lil nigga go to school
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| Such a beautiful struggle, that’s how I envision life
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| Niggas screamin' free t still ain’t sippin' kite
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| Black on black crime, that’s a nigga life
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| As a people we too ignorant to get it right
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| So you can get it on site for breakin' at the light
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| Left him in a left lane, finna pave the right
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| Four in a big blue, six in a Fanta
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| By the end of this year I’m tryna flip panamera
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| Niggas hatin' on the L gang squad, can’t stand us
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| Church everybody kush crumbs on my denim
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| Rollin' while I’m drivin', too high no limit
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| I can sip the Lord juice and I still don’t feel it
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| Came from the bottom, I show you how we flip shit
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| Young D boy but I’m still on some pimp shit
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| Success costs your life, you gon' have to risk it
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| If you don’t know the game just sit back and listen
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| Disrespect the game, fuck around, and be a victim
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| Niggas playin' both sides of the field, I don’t get them
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| If you spot some real niggas I’m probably with them
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| If you spot some fuck niggas we gon' kill them
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| Attempted murder, he was lucky, God was with him
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| Receiving (?) real niggas, we don’t get them
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| Shit made me, struggle with me baby
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| I’m caught up in the field so I cut 'em with the yankee
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| Stick on it lanky
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| My lil nigga shanky
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| Still bang the ave where my grandmother raised me
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| Shit made me, struggle with me baby
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| I’m caught up in the field so I cut 'em with the yankee
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| Stick on it lanky
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| My lil nigga shanky
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| Still bang the ave where my grandmother raised me
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| I’m on these pain killers tryin' not to feel it
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| Every time we shoot, we aimin' for the ceilin'
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| Body count risin', you can blame the killers
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| Lost so many niggas, that’s what made us killers
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| Yeah, go ahead and run motherfuckers run
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| You punk pussy ass motherfuckers
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| That’s right go tell somebody you saw somethin'
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| I come back for you monkey motherfuckers
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| Lil pussy ass punk |