| This that new shit nigga
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| Follow my lead bitch
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| I prolly smoked alot of hop in my weed befo'
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| And it made a nigga crazy but I’m loungin' tho'
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| Niggas hope that they gun stay from round me yo
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| Call up, cuz be like «blood need a pound of that dro»
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| Times is gettin hectic man I’ll pay you back later
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| Fightin a case cause ya boy done went to school with a kata
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| I felt nothin' man it’s really nuthin'
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| It’s been so long since Jacka felt somethin'
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| I keep coming with lines that keep numbin' ya face like coke lines
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| She keep hummin' the background, what that sound like?
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| Shit, I shoulda stayed in school or somethin'
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| Now I’m fresh out the county huntin' down my runners
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| You feel me?
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| I, hit the block high make the song cry
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| Got the eyes of a snake
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| Never blink never cry
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| I, only move weight so I can live one time
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| I’m a real nigga you can hear it in my rhymes
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| Today I opened the paper
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| Seen about 5 of my niggas, 2 got hit with a kata
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| 2 got hit with a nine 1 in critical condition
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| Plus they found my niggas mama on the shore with that fish
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| That’s why I smoke alot bo in my blunt & I
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| Pull the ski mask down hoppin' out the suicides
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| I’m on a suicide, don’t really care if I die
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| Cause so many of my niggas done died, & it’s like a jungle
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under
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| Plus these motherfuckers keep stealing my bundle
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| But I’m a nutso, from west O you must know
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| Catch me in a Marauder with your baby mama
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| I’m a baby gorilla got banana clips for the drama
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| Knock a nigga off then feed him to the piranhas
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| Gotta be around for when my son come out my baby mama
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| Get him for 2 kicks, A half a tick & bury the box
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| Man my life ain’t no walk in the park
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| I spent many nights alone, in the cold, lost in the dark
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| Me & my sister, nothin' but death can break us apart
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| Inside I’m superman ain’t nothing breaking this heart
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| Yeah mama ain’t raised no punk, taught me to blaze shit
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| Never graze shit, whenever it’s funk
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| Taught me to reign shit, take shit, whenever I want
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| And if a nigga like «whassup?», then leave him with lumps
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| That’s exactly what I do, follow my mamas rules
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| Of e, not d, cause that’s what my mama use
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| I’m thuggin' dude, I drug abuse, look at me
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| I’m from the gutter why the fuck should I be happy?
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| My hair nappy, plus I grew up broke
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| And I’m still living broke, what I grow up for?
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| I wish they never had me shoulda let me go
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| If you feelin' how I’m feelin' yo let me know
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| Mob twist up some rope & just let me blow
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| Rob make the beat hot & just let me flow
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| The dope I chase the hood boys know my face
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| I’m running stuck in place, man there’s no escape |