| I got connection on weapons
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| I got connection, don’t test us
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| Summertime, better vest up
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| 'Cause when me my niggas slide, we gon' wet you
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| Chop make a nigga bubble in our best shit
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| Watch out for them set ups
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| Out here in these streets I won’t let up
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| Bag chasin', I’m stackin' my bread up
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| Best duck when I slide with my brothers
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| You know I’ma slide with my brothers
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| On the gang, I’ma ride with my brothers
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| Nine milli, forty-five with my brothers
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| In the field every day, goin' live with my brothers, ayy
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| RIP to my killers that ain’t here
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| Free my locs that I ain’t seen in years
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| You know I got it, representin' for my peers
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| 'Cause we done put in too much blood, sweat, and tears
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| We ain’t worried 'bout a motherfuckin' setback
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| If a nigga hit us, you know we get back
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| Where your hood, where your turf, where your set at?
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| Slide through broad day and we gon' wet that
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| Everybody already know I don’t do it for the fame
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| Everything I do, I gotta represent the gang
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| $tupid Young, dollar sign, you already know the name
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| And they hit my line up when they need them thangs, 'cause
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| I got connection on weapons
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| I got connection, don’t test us
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| Summertime, better vest up
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| 'Cause when me my niggas slide, we gon' wet you
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| Chop make a nigga bubble in our best shit
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| Watch out for them set ups
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| Out here in these streets I won’t let up
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| Bag chasin', I’m stackin' my bread up
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| Best duck when I slide with my brothers
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| Health is wealth, so you know I left the juice alone
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| Thinkin' to myself, ridin' in this coupe alone
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| Stuck on the block, tryna move a zone
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| Locked up, ain’t have no one to call, just wanted to use the phone
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| Ain’t nobody answer, my grandmama died of cancer
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| She the one that raised me, could’ve grew up a bastard
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| She wanted me in the church next to the pastor
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| But I was too hard-headed, always got my ass whooped
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| A couple bumps and bruises, fifty rounds out the Uzi
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| Little man complex, I wasn’t into losing
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| Every enemy I had, I left that nigga snoozin'
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| And he ain’t wakin' up, no matter how much you move him
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| Real nigga, no flaw in my DNA
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| I was blind to it all 'til I seen the way
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| Backpage shut down, it was a G a day
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| Now it’s sugar daddy, arrows, and TNA, it’s Philthy
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| I got connection on weapons
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| I got connection, don’t test us
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| Summertime, better vest up
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| 'Cause when me my niggas slide, we gon' wet you
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| Chop make a nigga bubble in our best shit
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| Watch out for them set ups
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| Out here in these streets I won’t let up
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| Bag chasin', I’m stackin' my bread up
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| Best duck when I slide with my brothers |