| Yo, I don’t be around niggas 'cause they tricky
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| In the 'jects, dirtbike and pop a wheelie, throwin' up my set
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| Roam with killers send 'em at your neck
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| Dome shots are goin', wear your fuckin' vest
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| Where he spotted, where he gettin' left
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| Bendin' corners, we just hit the left
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| The rest of life, I live without regrets
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| Know with cause is gon' come effects
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| These niggas bitches like a pair of breasts
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| I kill or die about my respect
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| Intentions foul, how we play with TECs
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| We got now, don’t give a fuck who next, huh, nigga
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| Somebody tell Alchemist let’s do a fuckin' tape
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| This for niggas wildin' out in front of section 8
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| Do it for niggas or the plug, but they ain’t pickin' up
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| Them niggas that are gon' bust their gun’ll get the bigger bucks
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| I stopped hangin' 'round with suckas 2014
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| That smack that I was gettin' from the Bronx brought more fiends
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| I fuck around get the stamp tatted
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| Think of brand new i8, I’ma matte black it
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| Uh, I’m back at it, 19, I made a rap classic
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| Shoutout Thelo, that’s my brother, nigga, no cappage
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| I talked to Triz the other day, he on the way out
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| It come August, yeah, them crackers lettin' K out
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| I can’t wait til' the gang back
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| Swear these pussy niggas gon' have to change where they bang at
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| Word to mami
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| This R8 tiptronic tryna work it properly
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| I hit her raw 'cause she was foreign, it was worth the body
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| You called my phone for enough, I still might serve you probably
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| I don’t bring- out the crib 'cause he might hurt somebody
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| When I was locked up, vowed the day that I come out
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| That I was gonna run this shit up til' it run out
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| We trap from nightfall 'til the sun out
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| Party ended 'cause somebody pulled the gun out |