| My homeboy is convicted: kidnappin and murder
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| Second guy was selling drugs in the corner
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| Feel all blackness of my world, I’m a stoner
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| Drugs on my mind, I’m number one stunna
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| Seven years ago I smoked a gas with a killer
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| Seven years ago you shittin in your pants
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| You feel me
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| Got no time for pussy, every pussy need a time
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| Couldn’t fuck every female in the world
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| But I’ll try
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| My hoodie is darker than a black hole
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| We could do whatever what we want
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| But we doing drugs, hell no
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| Good cop is a dead cop, free my boy 0704
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| Fast money ain’t smell anything
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| So we do what we want
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| We do what we want
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| Hey
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| We do what we want, fuck these bitches hopes
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| Yeah, I’m rollin raw, hey, oouu
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| We do wha we want
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| We go where they won’t
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| Haters thoughts I wrooong, hey
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| Ooh
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| We do what we want, fuck these bitches hopes
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| Yeah, I’m rollin raw, aye oouu
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| We do wha we want
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| We go where they won’t
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| Haters thoughts I wrooong, hey
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| Haters thoughts I wrong, I’ve been sellin dope
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| Almost got me locked up, aye
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| Yeah we goin hard, never fall apart
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| We were sittin in the trap with them bitches on a lap
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| Cops comin from the back and
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| We were runnin asap
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| I remember last fall, free Kir, fuck the law
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| Yeah, I tried smoking crack
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| Punks are never dead, my grillz are blank
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| Classic silver, never gold
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| Yeah, I’ve lost half a gang, but
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| Never selling my soul
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| Never lie to a friend, always lie to a cop
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| Fuck them pharaohs badly, pop 'em bottles in a park
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| Molly pills and I trip, post stamps and I sip
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| Got the brick, I’m goin ham, fuck
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| Po-Po's suck a young thug’s cock
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| Only got a few closer people
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| I can never stop being evil
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| Sellin weed and I’m out
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| Let my amigos out |