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All these cases got my brodie on a house arrest Probably the reason why he's popping all them percocets Fightin' to stay awake, I can't stop f**kin with the Adderall Raw work, dishin', hit the guys off with no Minotaur The situations I be spittin', this sh*t not a game Know some mothers that lost their son and never been the same All these medications in my blood so I can't feel the pain District Attorney tryna put these numbers on me I can't feel the rain Thank God I got away with all them unexpected chases They say I'm gon' make it just stop picking up these cases Thank God I overcame all them trial tribulations They say I'm gon' make it just stop picking up these cases Named shooters, It's different when you're shootin' for survival Deadly compet**ion, give no pa**es to my rivals When you go and do a hit you gotta take responsibility I don't care the situation, you can't leave no liability Grown up, we had to trap, get it the hard way Mama always lurkin', stash the work out in the hallway If you in the hood you gotta keep it on you always Youngins tryna get a name and murk a n***a broad day So I keep a .30 on me, ain't no lackin' homie Run up in the house, adjust your action, get to clappin' homie Pistol action look like cameras flashin', ain't no papparazzi I don't f**k with n***as that aren't gang, consider me a nazi Hoppin' out of foreigns now, we used to take the red line I could put you on, just hit me back before that deadline Heard them crackers on my a**, they want me doing fed time Kill them when the whole hood love 'em it happens every time It's mandatory, they let go some tears, if I shed mine In this sh*t for clout, well I'll make sure you make the headlines Guns blow, bodies get to droppin' once that lead flyin' Bullets super hot, they bound to cook em, leave your mans fried Know this sh*t is pointless, we keep fallin', who gon' stand up? We sufferin' from hard times, and they don't understand us Whole world just watching us crumble, but they ain't sayin' nothin' We can't trust the police, n***as dying with they hands up Angels watching over me, the devil on my shoulders Ain't listen to them lectures, it sunk in when I got older The block won't love you back, man them streets will f**k you over Seen some cold years I swear I lost so many soldiers I done put on for the gang I done put on for the gang I done put on for the gang Spin the block for the gang Shoot a opp for the gang Risk it all for the gang I really lost brothers I ain't gon' see again And they left behind people that really needed them Some of my n***as got elbows, the state ain't freein them It's still beef with them n***as, see em, we leavin em
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