| Niggas they ain’t careful, niggas on they own shit
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| They gone give they man up, they ain’t even know it
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| And my phone is so tapped, I ain’t even focused
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| I ain’t gotta hear static on my phone just to notice
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| I’m so scared of the wire
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| Watch what you be sayin'
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| All it takes is one false conversation
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| And, they gone hit you with a project
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| After that your man dead
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| Police killed my best friend, uh, fifty year sentence
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| Shooter on the left end
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| I know youngins' that’ll kill you but, they can’t read a sentence
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| They gone smoke him, his family ventin'
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| Brand new fuckin' Rari but its rented
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| But the Lambo straight cash
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| Got it straight off the trap, feds on my phone please don’t make them hear that
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| So I got a PGP
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| Ay, and free my triple OG
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| He got life for just a homi-scene
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| Bullets in his back and bullets in his arteries
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| They say we move like the narcos, project Kryptic, project Marvel
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| I think I got them startled, 20 racks up in these cargos
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| Free my bros, let em go
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| I’m on the block, sent the youngin' to the store
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| Rarri, rarri, or rosey rose
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| Be careful how you talk, there’s third party on the phone |