| The evidence is substantial, the lawyer got it handled
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| Disrespected when I kicked his dead homie candle, roman candle
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| Mainy records low, tryna blow his candle, change the channel
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| Put it on the news, your lil' bro a fool
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| Fuck a truce, double homicide, we went up a deuce
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| Live by the rules of funk or die, but I don’t fuck with dude
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| We bomfortable
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| Corner store loitering, eatin' Lunchables
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| This million probably changed me a lil', still out here thuggin', though
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| Love the four
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| Shout out Willy, Bo gon' help me find him
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| Got a chain with his name on that bitch written in diamonds
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| What’s the science?
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| We need no assistance from the alliance
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| I’m a giant
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| 'Cause they know if I’m captured, I’ma be quiet
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| Where the Heckler?
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| Never mind the body on it, I’ma buy it
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| If he say through the pole that you lonely, then bitch, he lyin'
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| Fuck your time
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| My brother got forty with eighty-five
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| And never cried about it either, respecting his state of mind
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| I’ma dive in the line of the fire about my comrade
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| Support the single mothers, we love you, baby, you got that
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| Big up to the fathers that’s present 'cause you a top hat
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| Snitches convincing niggas it’s gucci, we gotta stop that
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| Seven-oh, four fifty-four, nigga, where your drop at?
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| Still tryna get on your toes, how can I knock that? |
| Yeah
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| Talkin' to the law like it’s a podcast, yeah
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| Ayy, you gon' get us fried with your lil' flaw ass, yeah
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| I’m waitin' on my lawyer 'nem to call back
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| He just hung a jury on the R.I.C.O., he with all that shit
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| I miss the fallen soldiers, bring 'em all back
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| This shit is watered down without my round, so I’ma fall back, yeah
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| Lil JuJu just graduated, I applaud that
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| Crackers killing unarmed Africans, we ain’t solve that
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| That shit be hard for me to turn the other cheek
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| I get to tweaking, thinking 'bout my people dangling from the trees, yeah
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| We celebrate when niggas make it out the streets
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| But how you let your mama starve, won’t even take her out to eat?
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| And that ain’t G
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| I was taught provide for your people
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| Life without parole, he’d rather die in search of freedom
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| All my firearms illegal, pair of Forgis for the Regal
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| Auntie still on crack, but a survivor of the needle
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| I ain’t got no friends, just lawyers and paralegals
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| If the life of blacks matter, then why we ain’t treated equal?
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| Free the gang, any smut on his name, then you can keep him
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| Unethical and deceitful, that’s on Jesus, we don’t need him
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| Free the gang, any smut on his name, then you can keep him
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| Unethical and deceitful, that’s on Jesus, we don’t need him |