| Dnyc3 has signed on
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| On God
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| When it’s pressure on your ass, you can’t put it past
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| Enemigos from your past plan to do you bad (Bad)
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| Frog niggas, back and forth without a lily pad
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| Playing both sides of the field without a shoulder pad
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| Only crash RJ wanna see is when he hit the party unexpected
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| Fuck the police, opps and the detectives
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| The real opps don’t look like me, they more respected
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| If I get caught coppin' them keys, I get arrested
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| I’m sectioned, boxed in, jealousy amongst me, huh
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| Hated by my homies but they tell me I’m the lucky one
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| Bitches catted on me, dogged me out but it was puppy love
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| Supper Club was full of them ones, felt like a money gun
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| Fake, friendly ass or the dead homies
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| Niggas bitin' on my fingers, I done fed homies
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| Niggas hyped but I can read them, they done bled homies
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| They be smilin', ain’t your motherfucking friend, homie
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| Ohh, they watching (On God)
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| Enemigos be watching
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| Can’t keep 'em out when they flooding in
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| Your enemigos a friend of a foe and a foe to your friend
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| They be watching
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| Both sides on me watching me
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| I got eyes on me watching me
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| Don’t believe all these lies that you read, they disguise what you see
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| They be watching
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| They want me locked 'til I’m rotten
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| Once I realize that they not friends
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| I keep my eyes on 'em, locked in (On God)
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| I’m taught to keep my friends close and my enemies way closer
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| Pole with the beam and street lights on the blower
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| Friends turned foe over dollars that don’t fold up
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| The lens on the scope could spot a mamba from a cobra
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| I’m gettin' older, my shoulders is more colder
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| Phone patrollers be on us tryna decode us
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| Instagram the enemy too, watch what you post up
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| Bitches that pretend to be cool might get you smoked
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| Look, fake, friendly ass or the dead homies
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| Niggas bitin' on my fingers, I done fed homies
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| Niggas hyped but I can read them, they done bled homies
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| They be smilin', ain’t your motherfucking friend, homie
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| Ohh, they watching (On God)
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| Enemigos be watching
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| Can’t keep 'em out when they flooding in
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| Your enemigos a friend of a foe and a foe to your friend
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| They be watching
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| Both sides on me watching me
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| I got eyes on me watching me
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| Don’t believe all these lies that you read, they disguise what you see
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| They be watching |