| Just talked to God after catchin' up with Satan
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| Same block, just a different situation
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| I know they said I would be nothin', but I’m greatness
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| I thought my life would be a grave or some cages
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| 'Cause we grew up on shots fired, drive by’s, cops out, oh
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| We ride around with two K’s we just tryna stay live
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| Young Jefe Holmes
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| We might slide down an opp’s block
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| I bet that AR pistol make your body rock
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| They knew it was me because some bodies dropped
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| They knew it was m 'cause the damn Audemar watch, yah
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| Know that I’m goin' through this damn pain
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| All alone, and the six-bedroom mansion go insane
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| Six shots, but it only took one to bust your brain
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| All my bitches stunt, so I’m tryna pick one that I can train
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| I had to cut my cousin off because he started to envy
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| Bitch I went from a G to a champ like Mr. Bentley
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| And they don’t fuck with Glizzy 'cause they say I ain’t too friendly
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| My shooter, he a butler, so I like to call him Jimmy
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| Every time I’m in the mall, I be cashin' out
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| I couldn’t slow up for no job, I took the faster route
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| Every time that it was murder, we ain’t never seen shit
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| Every time we seen the opps, it was murder scenes, shit
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| Pool party for my neck and wrist
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| Niggas shot that I can’t forget
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| Homicide trees, call that the kill switch
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| Came from the gutter, I think that is a privledge
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| Just talked to God after catchin' up with Satan
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| Same block, just a different situation
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| I know they said I would be nothin', but I’m greatness
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| I thought my life would be a grave or some cages
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| 'Cause we grew up on shots fired, drive by’s, cops out, oh
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| We ride around with two K’s we just tryna stay live, oh
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| Ah
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| (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) |