| I been itching for a plot, yeah
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| But ain’t no waving cannons on my block, no
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| 7th Ward Lord take a shot, yeah
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| I’ma keep my head down (I don’t give a fuck)
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| Switching scripts, they’re never in the same spot, yeah
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| Fuck this music shit, I’m itching for a plot, yeah
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| Ain’t no- ain’t no fucking digits on my clock, no
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| I ain’t one of y’all just let me rot, yeah
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| I was just with Peep in London
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| Still feel like I don’t exist at all, no
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| Fuck this social gathering
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| I’ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, oh
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| They told me watch out for the snakes
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| But they forgot about the plague
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| And the AK and with Lil Remains
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| And the AK and what little Remains
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| Hold up hold up hold up
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| Had to put down the narcotics
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| But I ain’t really stop it
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| Xanny and Suboxone
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| Stay up in my wallet
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| On the block catch the Glock
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| Shoes hanging like a chord
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| Not a tour
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| 7th war
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| Hot boys
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| Prime time
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| Dotted line never signed
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| On the drugs can’t doze
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| If I do be exposed
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| Oh no
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| Chopper city
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| Dead bodies
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| Alligators
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| Disembodied
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| Did the crime not the time
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| Lil' jitts on the porch gripping 9's, gripping 9's
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| Pull that torch
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| Light em up
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| Young as 12
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| Living hell
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| Lil' remains
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| Yung plague
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| No respect given unless you steal or you take hoe |