| No regrets, no apologies
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| Make sure you kill me
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| In and out my nana crib, 'cause grandma had a open door
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| Caught my nigga slippin', prayed, where was he supposed to go
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| That .40 smoked
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| Spirit still floatin' by the corner store
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| Made the fiend try it, nigga overdosed like comatose
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| We shoot things
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| Dirty on the drill, shit was too clean
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| Runtz pack
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| Crazy, Keon died with his hoop dreams
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| Used to look up to him, now I gotta look up to him
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| Sent some opps, the trauma unit need support to hook up to him
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| Pray
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| Don’t need no money for them demons to slide
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| I seen a preacher cop some coke, I stopped believing in God
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| If you ain’t never seen no brain, you shouldn’t be in this ride
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| We why they wanna raise they kids, we gave them reason to hide
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| (I swear to God)
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| Where the piranhas swim, youngest niggas bangin', go and body shit
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| Homi' shit
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| How we treat the trap better than mommy shit?
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| .40, had the bag, handle, duct tape kinda grip
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| Lost trial, we just tryna wait to see what Tommy get
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| No regrets, we just did what we did
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| I hit 'em all, I say a prayer before we slid
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| The gang know I got us, double back on survivors
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| No words for Your Honor, free the shooters, free the drivers
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| (No apologies)
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| No regrets, we just did what we did
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| I hit 'em all, I say a prayer before we slid
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| The gang know I got us, double back on survivors
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| No words for Your Honor, free the shooters, free the drivers
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| (No apologies)
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| Been through different phases
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| Was itchin', waitin' to catch bodies
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| Then I been on spectating like John Gotti
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| Drillin' was a occupation
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| We put opps in operation
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| Slidin' with no coversation
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| Bitch, it was abomination
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| Take it on like obligation
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| Lampin' all night at nigga shit, that took a lot of patience
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| Three shooters out a nigga whip, like 90 shell cases
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| Three car chases, back to back, felt like we drag racin'
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| And we still bag chasin'
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| Nigga, you gon' slide for homicide, yo' homie died, or you gon' face it?
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| Want the Glizzy, beam, with 50 round mag, or you go basic?
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| Want blood, you could taste it
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| No gloves, he was rushin', tryna run, left traces
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| Now a dub what he facin'
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| Man, you niggas cold, sleep in the streets, and they never wakin'
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| Between hesitation, premeditation, it’s better waitin'
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| Fuck around, never made it
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| Dancin' with the devil, I ain’t never met Satan
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| response before the last when we sent the next patient
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| Burnin' whips and vacants
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| Been on this No Limit shit, we turned against the nation
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| We was earnin' shit and takin' it
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| And if we wanted him, we made his ass a reservation
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| And gave his ass a celebration
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| Holiday
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| No regrets, we just did what we did
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| I hit 'em all, I say a prayer before we slid
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| The gang know I got us, double back on survivors
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| No words for Your Honor, free the shooters, free the drivers
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| (No apologies)
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| No regrets, we just did what we did
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| I hit 'em all, I say a prayer before we slid
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| The gang know I got us, double back on survivors
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| No words for Your Honor, free the shooters, free the drivers
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| (No apologies)
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| Attempted murder ain’t valid when we refer to killers
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| TikTok bringin' out the nerve in niggas
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| Ain’t you over thirty, nigga?
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| Paper work surfaced, it’s been determined
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| Nigga, this type of shit’ll amplify your nervous system
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| I done put in work with some members they say be workin' with 'em
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| Caught up with this Glizzy, they say somebody was murdered with it
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| Homicide, them suckers died
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| My brother went to court and ain’t apologize
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| Sat him on his bottom, that’s the bottom line
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| Never mind the years, he only teared up 'cause his mama cried
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| They never found the K, he broke it down 'til it was pocket sized
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| Transaction finalized, just bought another casket
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| When they called me with the news, I ain’t even wanna know what happened
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| Detectives showed me pictures with his body full of fragments
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| Fatally attracted to fully things with attachments
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| Resume impeccable, Mozzy, me, I’ma get it brackin'
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| Shout out old heads, my dinosaurs is Jurassic
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| No regrets, we just did what we did
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| I hit 'em all, I say a prayer before we slid
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| The gang know I got us, double back on survivors
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| No words for Your Honor, free the shooters, free the drivers
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| (No apologies)
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| No regrets, we just did what we did
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| I hit 'em all, I say a prayer before we slid
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| The gang know I got us, double back on survivors
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| No words for Your Honor, free the shooters, free the drivers
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| (No apologies) |