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Flour City 3
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38 Spesh
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Trust Ayo We don't gamble light, we make real bets To climb up a hill, you gotta take real steps E, why these rats ain't killed yet? Write a statement on me and get clapped while the ink still wet N***a, huh, this jacket made from seal flesh Don't entertain these grown lames that ain't paid bills yet N***as want me killed, but my fate ain't sealed yet Gave dog food to vets, but they ain't healеd pets Trust On the run, eatin' cold mеals left Don't go to waste, close the drapes, blowin' cake, got my whole heels fresh I try to tell him he the god, but he don't feel blessed I feel him, but I'm bringin' back that old Phil next Uh, planted in the soil Granted, I was loyal Money makes the world go 'round, they tampered with the coil Things get twisted, he's restricted, told him coke is still wet, but it happens when it oils, n***a Yeah, sawed-off shotgun, call on God's son Took shortcuts, but the long haul my run The team had to sting once the ball hog got stung He had a dream about some shots rung Ayo, sawed-off shotgun, call on God's son I'ma hustle hard and sell raw 'til the cops come Everybody wanna be in charge 'til they got one Most n***as act like a boss 'cause they not one Spend an hour in my journey Had powder in Missouri Case beat in an hour, that's the power of attorney Better off countin' your days and countin' on the jury You blow trial, them crackers in the mountains do you dirty You cowards never heard me Them cowards lookin' worried Back when I was nineteen, now I'm in my thirties Don't wait until I'm dead, give my flowers to me early Shoutout to the legends in the town, Charles Murray Fresh off the I-90, no drugs on me It's in the car behind me with my young shorty N***as tried to rob me, it was done poorly Plus got twenty n***as knocked off, cost one-forty Just hit the 490, I been homesick Back on the North on the porch with the glowsticks I'm on the west side of town servin' whole bricks Been under investigation since '06 Yeah, sawed-off shotgun, call on God's son Took shortcuts, but the long haul my run The team had to sting once the ball hog got stung He had a dream about some shots rung Ayo, sawed-off shotgun, call on God's son I'ma hustle hard and sell raw 'til the cops come Everybody wanna be in charge 'til they got one Most n***as act like a boss 'cause they not one
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