| Damn fourf I just hate it was you, we from a place they don’t play by the rules
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| You gotta stay by a tool, much rather spend my day in the shoe
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| Verse the whole gangland and the Su, we missin' you fool
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| Hollared at God, niggas ain’t gettin' goo
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| I ain’t answerin' neither, ya nigga ain’t in the mood
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| Wishin' I finish school, future prolly be brighter
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| Mama prolly be proud, this rappin' shit don’t excite her
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| Talkin' on the Y, he comin' home in a while
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| That’s your iller like you say then hold him down while he down
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| Conversate with the clouds, I just pray that you hear me
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| I just pray I get to see you suckas ever come get me
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| You know I fake weight tipsy, pour out the Remy for ya’ll
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| Care less about a tour unless it’s killers involved
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| Hit for a million, I’m finna spread it thin wit my dawgs
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| Remember them garbage bags, spreadin' big wit my dawgs
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| Be a dork, you don’t walk around with stick in the mall
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| Politician get you hit off a call, the problem solved
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| We do the Gucci, Gabbana down to the draws
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| Google the goon, bodies they poppin' up on the blogs
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| Murder be justifiable, when it’s probable cause
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| But that don’t make up for the losses, not at all
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| I’m still waitin' on Deezy and them to call
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| This shit been killin' me softly on top of these new draws, yeah
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| Lot of shit on my mind, I can’t take it
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| Cry a little bit but I’m a gangster
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| Ten toes down on the pavement, I been faithful doin' hits and hittin' licks,
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| thankful I finally made it
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| Judge finna bang it, he told me that they don’t care
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| They don’t believe in God, but I got him in my prayers
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| Judge finna bang it, he told me that he don’t care
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| He don’t believe in God, but I got him in my prayers
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| Amen
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| But I got him in my prayers
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| Amen |