| Red Beam call that neon
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| Flip the script watch em re-runs
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| You mad I got heat on
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| Shit you could get ya freeze on
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| Damn, they done made me feel invincible
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| Trap turn this bitch up
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| Emotional ass niggas man
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| All these niggas in they motherfucking feelings man
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| It’s a murder scene I guess he shouldn’t have popped out
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| Brett Farve, I bet these bullets hard now
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| Feds watching, man they tryna touchdown
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| These niggas bitches, watch how they get gunned down
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| I swear I’m tried of these
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| peons
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| I guess they used to run them re-runs
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| You mad just go breathe on
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| Shit, just don’t take it personal
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| Red Beam call that neon
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| Flip the script watch em re-runs
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| You mad I got heat on
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| Shit you could get ya freeze on
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| Half ass workers, you get me
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| Boss made, damn I got my feet up
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| True toed I’ve been out the meter
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| Paper routes, still won’t find my way home
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| Glock 17 boy you won’t see long
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| Self made I know that they don’t see though
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| Dead presidents, but I’m that hero
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| Trap play me, say I’m like torpedoes
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| Thinking back, full of shit
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| Stop it I’m just into it
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| Thinking 'bout the next nigga move, that’s why you losing it
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| Got guwap in the stash thats the past, I was fooling
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| Got choices what you choosing then?
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| Money to be made I got my on
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| Power stroke, she feel me I’m beneath her
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| A lot of niggas talk, they come with re-runs
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| Tight shift, I hope you brought your leons
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| Mr. Knock It Off, I knock you off hope ain’t no reason
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| A lot of dead bodies, that’s what he on
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| Paper soldier, get ya ass drew on
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| Don’t take this personal, might find a reason |