| I heard another nigga got left last night
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| That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
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| Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
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| Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes
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| I, I get so high
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| Oh my, I get so fly
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| Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
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| I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly
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| Ayy, let’s call baddies, you ain’t got none
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| Ayy, my Nina glizzy is a tefflon
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| Ayy, you play with Gigi, get your head blown, -own
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| I was on the move and now he dead and gone
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| Paid 230 and they killed my soul
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| I do anything to protect my bros
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| I’m trappin' bags but you ain’t tryna go to war
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| Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door
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| Imagine mama puttin' yo ass down in the floor
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| Shoot you with my Rollie on, like bitch it’s time to go
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| They call it Glizzy 'cause them Glocks is what we tote
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| I sold that shit, goin' in your nose, bro these street shit all I know
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| I heard another nigga got left last night
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| That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
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| Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
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| Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes
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| I, I get so high
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| Oh my, I get so fly
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| Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
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| I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly
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| All rats go to Hell, you know it ain’t no tellin'
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| And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven
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| We got trey-57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s
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| Don’t matter where I go, it’s still forever Trey Seven
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| I got niggas pushin' melon
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| I just make the dab, call my nigga, he a felon
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| I turned him to a damn boss
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| All them lame fuckin' with me, fuck they think I’m playin', dawg
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| It was a big shoot out and you got caught in the damn cross
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| Got me sweepin' the whole block, yeah, like a damn mop
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| Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb, we call that a Lamb chop
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| Two bitches on the West side, make 'em suck the same cock
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| Hit 'em from they best side, I think they got the same dock, uh
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| I heard another nigga got left last night
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| That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
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| Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
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| Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes
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| I, I get so high
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| Oh my, I get so fly
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| Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
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| I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly
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| I know that you miss me
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| But you got too much pride
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| Then love me like
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| Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh |