| Turn this up, mane
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| For the street’s back
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| For my niggas on the frontline
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| (Cut others on my side, weah)
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| For my niggas on the frontline
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| (Cut others)
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| This for my niggas on the frontline
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| And the trip is that the work got ya one time
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| For my thugs that are standin' in the doorway
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| First time you had sex was in the hallway
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| Or from the place that’s considered fucked up side
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| When niggas starvin' in the streets like the bonkfire
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| Crafty nigga on the block got an open case
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| Shut up niggas get shot and catch an open face
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| Harsh reality, we livin' in survival mode
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| The hood taint, ain’t nobody livin' by the code
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| For the money, nigga sellin' yo mother out
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| Yung Biggie sellin' drugs at they mother house
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| And smoke weed all day to keep the stress away
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| And the root of all evil tryna test my fame
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| Pray for God, keep a gun by me just in case
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| If they lay me to rest, I’ll rest my case
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| For my niggas on the frontline
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| Backed the bendies, clocked up, triggers are locked up
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| Call it what you call it, I’mma call it some blocks stuff
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| Used to gash and blast, double barrel, the flip’s narrow
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| Don’t even give it to Galvin (I flipped it one time)
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| Hang with the master mobsters, over them keith
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| Rockets on 'em just for the arguments
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| Drugs and guns and dones, and everything (?) till my plan’s done
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| Hidin' in my mansion one, yea, I’mma polo that
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| Polo with a rooba silhouette
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| Ballin' with my niggas in Chicago, pull it near — dead, my nigga
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| Is this as big as you get? |
| The bigger you fall, the bigger you shit
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| Check the wall full of scholars, bank alarm resemble road joggers
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| All my niggas push to get off, pop the palace, king
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| It’s just a family status, don’t be strained up
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| Talkin' with the family cowards
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| Come on
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| For my niggas on the frontline |