| Born to kill, eyes on the hills
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| Pain is filled, burn down in hell
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| Who wants the work, pussy boy you boutta learn
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| Came out the wound to give what’s deserved
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| Eyes on the money get my bitch to count it for me
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| Body bags up in the lobby, and a backpack with a tommy uh
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| Couple homies, and yo bitch is actin naughty
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| Mobbin is my hobby, I ain’t talking no Bugatti’s bitch
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| Steady killin shit and we don’t need no reason bitch
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| Always dropping bangers and we do this for the fuck of it
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| Y’all trash, need to lay off the xans
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| Thumbin thru the bands and I don’t even need a trap
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| Goddamn
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| All these bitches never learn they lesson
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| All they talk about is they drug addictions and fake depression
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| Just so you can hear they voice
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| But it’ll never be enough shit to fill they void
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| Don’t you feel annoyed?
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| Bet they lackin on the Inside, all alone
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| Always stoned cause they afraid of life
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| It’s all wrong if you here, just to wait to die
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| Disowned in my eyes if you ain’t finna try
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| Yeah
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| UAV runnin thru the mothafucken scene
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| Bring the fire thru the valley, see smoke off the trees
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| You feel the heat now
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| Don’t change your mood when we bring this bitch down
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| Leave who ain’t widdit, need to thin the herd now
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| And nigga if you ain’t with it you can’t hit the curb now
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| Insomniac forreal but had to put the syrup down
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| I left her on her heels say she like how I turned out
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| Would say the feeling mutual but emotions burned out
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| Why would I flex for you don’t need to internet boost
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| It’s Hustle God the only, ain’t no internet clone
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| I know you getting money, but did you get it on your own
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| See he only talking shit to try to get you out ya zone
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| See bitch I’m from the mud, that’s why I’m greedy as a pig
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| They judge you, if you don’t make it
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| Then be the fakest if you did
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| That’s why I only rock with who I been with since a kid
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| These niggas just like these bitches, I can’t fuck with em for shit |