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Outta Pocket
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Lil Kee
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(Matt, what up?) Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him I know that these n***as really b*t*hes, so I don't respond to disses I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly I wish you were here to see our killers f**k up all the missions Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot sh*t, f**kin' out of pocket Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin He tryna look mad in all his pictures, he is not no killer This right here put holes in n***as' face, but it ain't got no filter I seen n***as clique up with the opps who used to live with me My young n***a a thug, he older than me, but he call me big bruh He say he catch an opp, this sh*t in blood, he already know it's up Been my dog since kids, if you get caught, know I'll pay your bond He said it's out of love, I don't nothing but a switch on my gun Told you that I love you, but if I leave, that mean you ain't the one All my diamonds dancin', really hittin', I might be touchin' sun I'm a real hitter, probably take it 'fore I buy your gun I know n***as died for sayin' sh*t and they ain't even really mean it I pull out her tracks, beat in her back, [?] get to screamin' Sold your n***a a case of green, he got high, but he ain't really leanin' That lil' b*t*h a freak, after we f**k, she lick up all my semen Ho had snuck some pictures, took her phone and made that b*t*h delete 'em Clutching while she eating, b*t*h, don't you forget that I'm a demon Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him I know that these n***as really b*t*hes, so I don't respond to disses I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly I wish you were here to see our killers f**k up all the missions Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot sh*t, f**kin' out of pocket Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin I'm tryna find ways, can I rap and still try and move this dope? Hop out the side of McLaren, put the blick inside this Moncler coat I can't f**k with you 'cause you wear green and don't know how to move So I just started crashin' n***as out who didn't know how to shoot I take Percs and I can't sleep, got me fightin' these demons In the streets, you can't find love, but I'm lookin' for Jesus So many times it been hard and ain't nobody need you These n***as broke, ain't got no funds, how you gon' be a leader? How you gon' help out your young n***as that actually need you? Had to focus on myself, I got people to feed too And opps know it's up, dawg as long as they die, forever f**k y'all Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him I know that these n***as really b*t*hes, so I don't respond to disses I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly I wish you were here to see our killers f**k up all the missions Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot sh*t, f**kin' out of pocket Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin
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