| Talk slick, he a dead man
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| Shots from the FN sprayin'
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| These days, they don’t give a fuck
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| They’ll shoot where the kids playin'
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| Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
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| I come from a dark place, I’ll never be there again
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| Double G’s on everything, Gucci my headband
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| Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
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| Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
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| Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that’s what the feds sayin'
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| My life a movie, ever since birth, it’s been lights, camera, action
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| I did a lot of shit in these streets but only got booked for trappin'
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| I’m from Chicago, where it’s normal to hear .40's clappin'
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| All you hear is them shots let off, that door slam, and them tires scratchin'
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| Rollie on my wrist, gotta get more rich, I want that brand new Patek
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| I ball like AI, this shit effortless, don’t give a fuck 'bout practice
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| Where I’m from we all on that car
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| If he drive too fast, we gon' let him have it
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| Opposition wanna kill me, and I’ll be damned if I let it happen
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| And the day I leave this earth, I’ma die with legend status
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| I’ma reunite with my demons, we gon' be in Heaven cappin'
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| Hundred K on VVS, just to show I’m blessed from rappin'
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| I keep this glizzy tucked if they plan on necklace snatchin'
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| Talk slick, he a dead man
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| Shots from the FN sprayin'
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| These days, they don’t give a fuck
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| They’ll shoot where the kids playin'
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| Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
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| I come from a dark place, I’ll never be there again
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| Double G’s on everything, Gucci my headband
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| Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
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| Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
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| Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that’s what the feds sayin'
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| My shoes from Germany, like James Harden, Euro step on the scene
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| Double G’s, new Margiela, Alexander McQueen
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| And you know that bag on me, it’s at least fifty bands in them jeans
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| Pockets fat and my jewelry dancing
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| Diamonds flooded like New Orleans
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| Lavish life, now I live like a king
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| I got on, now I’m blessing my team
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| Told my brother, «I got your back»
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| Show my niggas what loyalty means
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| But this shit wasn’t as easy as it seems
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| My homie died at 16
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| I remember I was up all night
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| Kept seeing death in my dreams
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| I was posted on Sed with them fiends
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| Hot and 'em got the TEC with the stream
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| Laser tag, we was playin' with them beams
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| Young nigga tryna kill everything
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| Touch his soul in this four nickel ring
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| It’s a whole lot of shots flying in your FaceTime when that Smith & Wesson ring
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| (Ayy)
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| Talk slick, he a dead man
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| Shots from the FN sprayin'
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| These days, they don’t give a fuck
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| They’ll shoot where the kids playin'
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| Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
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| I come from a dark place, I’ll never be there again
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| Double G’s on everything, Gucci my headband
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| Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
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| Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
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| Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that’s what the feds sayin'
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| Sonic |