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They make that fake sh*t look so good You don’t know who real or not Might as well commit suicide the way we hang up on that block The only time my n*gga smile is when he catchin him a body It ain’t no shoes, it ain’t no clothes, ain’t none but heads in his closet 1600 them my boys, I told my bros we all we got And she keep telling me im yours, but I be feeling like you not Plus they didn’t leave me with no choice So how the hell I’m ‘posed to stop? I’m getting big, I’m blowing up I’ll see you at the top (Yeah, uh) 187 homicides All he watch is CSI Say he hate to see his mama cry He got a 40 and a 9, hе still watch first 48 Try not to cross the deadline, but hе know he still got to pray And he don’t never wear a mask cause he know he came to kill And it’s his girl boyfriend, but it is what it is He came by the house yesterday He had a chevy on some forges He gon kill him, he gon take it cus he know he can’t afford it He feel like if he write a book nobody still won’t know his story And every time he say he broke they either laugh or ignore it Say he hit him for like 30 racks and a couple pounds Now all of a sudden his clothes changing Now all of a sudden the bills paid Now all of a sudden he buying rings, taking his girl out on dates She crying every night, tears soaking through the pillow But she don’t know that she sleeping with her brother killer But she know it’s something different, he can’t look her in the eyes He had bought some jays this week, she seen blood on his 5s Out the blue she hit her knee, tryna scream but gone quiet But she play it cool and she act like she don’t know But he sleep in the bed, so she text her uncle Joe Like I know who it is, so text me when you at the door She know he keep like 3 straps, but she told him bring 4 They make that fake sh*t look so good You don’t know who real or not Might as well commit suicide the way we hang up on that block The only time my n*gga smile is when he catchin him a body It ain’t no shoes, it ain’t no clothes, ain’t none but heads in his closet 1600 them my boys, I told my bros we all we got And she keep telling me I’m yours, but I be feeling like you not Plus they didn’t leave me with no choice So how the hell I’m ‘posed to stop? I’m getting big, I’m blowing up I’ll see you at the top Get on me knees and talk to God I ask him “why?” I never asked for this I lost some partnas in the streets, I want them back I never asked for sh*t I get so high, i don’t know why I’m always drinking up this actavis I wonder why they killing I ain’t hurt my heartache to my happiness Told my bros to live it up I’ll love you to the end I already lost a lot Now I can finally win And it was hard coming up Can’t do that sh*t again I take my heart and give it up just to see your face again Mama say “boy you keep that burner” Cause they gon try to get rid of you Go to [?] and take a hunnid for a hit That’s what them hitters do I’ll prolly make it through a shootout ‘fore I make it to a interview And they gon make you take your shoe off, take your life just for some tennis shoes I just wanna make a hunnid mil before I die And it’s supposed to be like this, so it’s okay if you wanna cry They took a lot away from me, but they can’t take away my pride I hope to see another day, I pray to open up my eyes Every time they call my phone, they call my phone up on some stupid sh*t Everything always go wrong, they call my phone up bout some foolishness I can’t even find myself, they say I’m trippin cause I’m losing it Get rid of that gun if you ain’t gon stroke it Out the streets if you ain’t using it I can feel the hate, can feel the love up in the air Everybody got a [?] I know it feel like life ain’t fair Even when you show you love ‘em, they gon act like they don’t care Don’t you never, ever trust em They gon act like they [?] They make that fake sh*t look so good You don’t know who real or not Might as well commit suicide the way we hang up on that block The only time my n*gga smile is when he catchin him a body It ain’t no shoes, it ain’t no clothes, ain’t none but heads in his closet 1600 them my boys, I told my bros we all we got And she keep telling me I’m yours, but I be feeling like you not Plus they didn’t leave me with no choice So how the hell I’m ‘posed to stop? Im getting big, I’m blowing up I’ll see you at the top
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