| Aye, aye buddy, fuck that
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| You get what I’m saying?
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| I don’t know, put it right there
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| Aye, bro, name this Turmoil tho. |
| Get what I’m sayin?
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| I know a lot of people gone be mad at this, but fuck it, right?
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| Aye, I know the hood ain’t the hood no more
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| But how the fuck you beat the case? |
| But you ain’t hood no more
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| What you been tellin all yo dogs? |
| You a rat, you told
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| You don’t love me like you say, nigga that shit shows, yeah
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| Turmoil, I get confused from the sound of the sirens
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| I hit the block, conceal my weapon, it’s too many in skys
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| Secure the promised land, feel like they be the life
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| My mama say I’m out of hand, ain’t no point in her trying
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| I need a church house, my granny tired of crying
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| I’ll let it burst off if a fuck nigga try me
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| Won’t let them murder us, that’s just word to the gods
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| And I never lurk but, if you slippin I’m slidin
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| I been having fantasies, granny made a man of me
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| I know they after me, that’s why I pack a heat
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| I was just thirteen crackin 4's that’s just to pass the meat
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| Can’t let my nephew see that side, that nigga look up to me
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| I used to love Nadia, still got love for Nadia
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| They done free’d D’shawd, yeah
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| Pool house we turning up
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| Used to fuck with Kayla, now I see her, we don’t speak or nun
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| Still love Denashia, even though she gave my pussy up
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| I heard that Jay a snitch he used to hang with rich
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| That nigga won’t bang his shit, but he used to claim the clique
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| You take yo mask off, you street just because you take a risk
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| Till you hit the stand it’s time to testify, ain’t take a piss
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| I know the hood ain’t the hood no more
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| But how the fuck you beat the case? |
| But you ain’t hood no more
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| What you been telling all yo dogs? |
| You a rat, you told
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| You don’t love me like you say, nigga that shit shows, yeah
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| Turmoil, I get confused from the sound of the sirens
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| I hit the block, conceal my weapon, it’s too many in skys
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| Secure the promised land, feel like they be the life
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| My mama say I’m out of hand, ain’t no point in her trying
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| I need a church house, my granny tired of crying
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| I’ll let it burst off if a fuck nigga try me
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| Won’t let them murder us, that’s just word to the gods
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| And I never lurk but, if you slippin I’m slidin
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| Them niggas gone hate and shit
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| My niggas got range and clips
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| Fuck nigga, he make a diss
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| Watch how I make a hit
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| Dropped down some dumb shit but I swear it was so much cake to get
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| I remember my mom telling me, «go back» I was just trying to make regret
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| I fall for the longest, my angels been callin
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| Why the fuck you stallin?
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| You don’t put yo all in, I came too far young niggas got ropes, feel like I’m
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| ballin
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| You turned to a rat, fuck nigga you told tryna fuck them all again
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| Good pussy, I’m doggin it, I don’t know how to call it quits
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| You niggas ain’t calling shit, I flooded my neck and wrists
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| How you want homage, and you snake me, can’t applaud a bitch
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| Still finna confuse, fuck the fame, I don’t care for all that shit
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| I know the hood ain’t the hood no more
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| But how the fuck you beat the case? |
| But you ain’t hood no more
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| What you been telling all yo dogs? |
| You a rat, you told
|
| You don’t love me like you say, nigga that shit shows, yeah
|
| Turmoil, I get confused from the sound of the sirens
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| I hit the block, conceal my weapon, it’s too many in skys
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| Secure the promised land, feel like they be the life
|
| My mama say I’m out of hand, ain’t no point in her trying
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| I need a church house, my granny tired of crying
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| I’ll let it burst off if a fuck nigga try me
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| Won’t let them murder us, that’s just word to the gods
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| And I never lurk but, if you slippin I’m slidin |