| Court cases, niggas stayed silent
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| To this day I thank the Lord for it
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| Askin' me about such and such
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| I ain’t say nothin', too much love for 'em
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| I done had some conversations that can’t be repeated
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| For the sake of some of my niggas' freedom
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| We done did some shit, I know so many secrets
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| Tell them other niggas they know that my whole block gon' keep 'em
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| I know about some situations I can’t ever say
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| 'Cause they can’t give us life, so I can’t ever break
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| I just pray to God I make it through the day
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| 'Cause I done did some shit I’m takin' to the grave
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| It was a summer day
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| Niggas creepin' on us in the black car
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| 'Round this time we was beefin' heavy
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| So we kept a choppa in the back part
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| We ended up gettin' the upper hand
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| I just know that hundred shots cracked cards
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| I’ma leave it there, I ain’t say much
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| But I hate I even went that far
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| It was two of us when that popped off
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| Took an oath, I’ma not talk
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| So if the story get leaked out
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| I know whose face I’ma knock off
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| These niggas with me
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| When it’s beef, they’ll come and kill everything movin'
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| I’ll never tell you what I think
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| I’ma tell you what I know, I done seen them boys do it
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| After it happened, it never happened
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| Get rid of anything that can tie us to it
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| Go clip for clip with my enemies
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| Then go wait a trial with them prosecutors
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| Niggas snitchin' on their homeboys
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| I don’t see how they do it
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| I don’t see how them niggas still livin'
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| I know their mans in there goin' through it
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| Like right, right, right, ayy
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| I done had some conversations that can’t be repeated
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| For the sake of some of my niggas' freedom
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| We done did some shit, I know so many secrets
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| Tell them other niggas they know that my whole block gon' keep 'em
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| I know about some situations I can’t ever say
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| 'Cause they can’t give us life, so I can’t ever break
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| I just pray to God I make it through the day
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| 'Cause I done did some shit I’m takin' to the grave
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| Me and bro chillin', just talkin'
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| Told me how he blew a nigga’s head back
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| Shit fucked me up
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| Stop the conversation, nigga, dead that
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| Whatever happened, it never happened
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| Don’t tell none of your mans that
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| I ain’t sayin' that your niggas rats
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| But I don’t want you to chance that
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| Me and talkin', what was said
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| It can’t be repeated, nothin' about that
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| Can’t believe them boys kept it
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| Hopin' people never find that
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| Marvin trippin' since 2012
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| Like lil' bro where your mind at?
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| Lost unc' back in '011
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| Granny’s eyes still ain’t even dried yet
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| Rest in peace B, I know who did it
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| Yeah I know you did it, nigga
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| You prolly can’t hear me 'cause you dead too
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| But I don’t know who killed you, nigga
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| Had my mama down in them feds
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| She said, «Son you a real nigga»
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| It’s your time, so I made it back home
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| I know how it feel, nigga
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| Like right, right, right, ayy
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| I done had some conversations that can’t be repeated
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| For the sake of some of my niggas' freedom
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| We done did some shit, I know so many secrets
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| Tell them other niggas they know that my whole block gon' keep 'em
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| I know about some situations I can’t ever say
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| 'Cause they can’t give us life, so I can’t ever break
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| I just pray to God I make it through the day
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| 'Cause I done did some shit I’m takin' to the grave
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| I’ve been around
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| Hit 'em up, blaow, blood on the ground
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| If you know about it, don’t open your mouth
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| 'Fore they huntin' you down
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| You know about it, don’t open your mouth
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| Or they huntin' you down, hit 'em up |