| High potency top, smoke a bag of black
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| And feel the vibe, wanna be wise
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| We, form on a rising corner mean five
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| Laws in disguise, throw on your slides
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| Young niggas racist, smokers is basic
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| We seen the eyes, laying up playing the cut
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| What, stay in the truck, something told me duck
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| Folding me up, my shoulders struck
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| Out of luck, fuck the potters up Fell on a daze like a Golotta snuff
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| Niggas tried to body me up
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| I’m in the lobby bleeding
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| Niggas in the witness office probably eating
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| And sprinting and beefing, when they heard the shots
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| Called the precinct and seen barber nieces beasting
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| Niggas shot Shalar features and shocked her was a Elisis,
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| Bent the spinal cordless creatures
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| I’m gagging and flagging a cab down
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| Guess who in the Benz wagon, dragging my sound down
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| Macking it was Dale Breedy the greedy
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| Caniving ass snake genie
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| Cop with a bikini will murder charge and benini
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| I’m feeling wheezy and the drain from the cheeba
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| Grieving ain’t even looking decent
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| Seeing police niggas reaching
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| That splash against my hollow bones
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| That rocks my…
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| Fleeing the crime scene speeding
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| Beefing leaving behind cream
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| Not even peeping that I was leaking
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| Won’t see the precinct just got a recent case beaten
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| Still jakes are creeping
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| Don’t blow ya spot, stay the weekend
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| Keep the ruger peeling who’s squealing
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| Few knew the dealings
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| Keep the steel concealed in Cause we got no time for feelings
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| Eyes on the building guards are on the corners illing
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| Million dollar block villain plotting on a killing
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| Feel like, a superhero talking like a true Deniro
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| They boost his ego path and broke down
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| Reduced to zero
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| Cops feel we poors hoping I’ll reveal my source, source
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| That splash against my hollow bones
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| That rocks my soul
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| Oh oh, oh oh Outside the check cashing, flashing
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| Dipped in fashion
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| Five cherry-faced fagots tried to cash in They keep laughing, Ghost you get ya face bashed in Who gave you these priveledges son? |
| why you maxing?
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| And we.
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| Feigning to take those move slow
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| I’m hearing how you broke Rob’s nose
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| And I heard you keep a banging hammer
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| Golden brass diamonds embroideries
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| That was stolen that you haven’t reported g Make very little noise, my shit hiccup
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| Don’t make this big stick up bigger
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| Me and the boys I thought for a second then chose
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| Rather than froze
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| Had the jim star on my hand
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| Yo what the fuck yo! |
| that’s when I ripped Timothy
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| Snatch and dip john like imbaggable
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| Had the mini axe tool, faxed him
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| Shots rang off, bing, boggle-de-dum
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| That splash against my hollow bones |