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Killers
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I'm with a bunch of stupid n***as, did I stutter? I don't speak before I think so I means every letter Lil' rat n***a was hiding in the gutter Couldn't find where he was at so we f**ked up his brother Someone must suffer for somethin' dumb This summer the sun bring out buns, the guns ring out funds The feds, the fuzz, shooting up the f**king club A bunch a young n***as, sh*t So to be or not to be a n***a? Try to rise above the f**k sh*t I don't know cause they could pull up at my door Talk coals and can't call it dog holes I don't show hands, Lohan's held My land see more bands, my prayers answered Idle time is the place the devil dance at dark-night f**k a Batman I'm Gatman but robbin' on sight For your sack you could get sacrificed But that's some bad advice Skrap it tight into your seat and take a trip with J.I.D Better get yo ass up off yo ass Told yo ass "It's time to eat!" Clean the bag and pack the bags, roll the weed Take a shot cause I can't drink, because I'm driving Trippin' through my mind Had some time to think about the time Blurred vision couldn't see the sign and beneath the lies And from my youth I've seen the truth will come and demonize Realize that everybody blind but tryna lead the blind Eyes on God gathering minds til' we redefine Reminded refine wood plottin' formaldehyde Gentrifying my hood, my juug tryna galvanize, good! My mama got this sh*t up out the mud My sister had the baby with the plug My pops was in the 80's off the drugs with a .38 slug Maybe yo daddy push the pack and had the strap in yo hood My family black as f**k and black is love I've been faded back to black it ain't no good for me But better than it could be, I'm stupid as f**k But all my n***as stupider My shooter could pull out a Ruger for your arugula Irregular triggering thoughts Out the blue, red lights on flickering off Check the mirror and move! Gun shots just a spiritual tune On some nights n***as bored they ain't got nothin' to do No opportunity community centers for after school, you can cool at f**k it they goonin', grab a tool my n***a move that f**k is you doin' let him cook it on the spoon, now he spoon-fed Dope fiends howling at the moon from balloon bags
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