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Woo
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Roney
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These niggas hiding They wasn't riding My niggas sliding You ducking sirens Until we find it Like it wasn't bad enough that you were hiding You was lying to niggas that you were sliding You wasn't ducking the laws and the sirens But he talking a lot until we find him [Steve Kroeger] Roney got the touch, I got the Midas Hit a nigga up I get him minused Sicker than corona virus We just turned that boy into a pilot, fly him She wanna give me neck inside the cockpit But the trap got a bird like an ostrich Same niggas kept him safe, had 'em boxed in They gon' buy a suit for his coffin, often Gooners running up, yeah we lost it, awesome Dressed in all black, got some goth shit, gothic Youngin did a job, yeah he sauced him, off this We do boss shit, we don't talk, we don't talk dem Gaza still dead, send a spell, make him hot then Risen from the dead, give him hell, no caution Niggas is my sons, got their lives in my pocket Killing all these rappers in my city gets exhausting, woo! And we ain't parking lot pimping Brodie had a vision, so we put him mission Made him whip a pot, got a mission in this kitchen He shoot with precision, we don't need to give permission Damn! That lil' boy he so persistent Send him on a mission, he gon' leave a nigga missing We ain't parking lot pimping Brodie had a vision, so we put him mission Used to think sometimes, like how I got here From beach chairs in the trap wit' a mean glare Couple grams in the pocket of my Rocawear Now I'm riding out in Moncler I can do no wrong when I rap songs Blow a bomb like I'm Saddam Niggas funny like a sitcom In my city, niggas peeons Shoot 'em put the beam on Flee the scene we gone Treat him like a Futon Fold him if he move wrong My brown bitch look like Mulan And she love me when my jewels on Gooners running up, yeah we lost it, awesome Dressed in all black, got some goth shit, gothic Youngin did a job, yeah he sauced him, off this We do boss shit, we don't talk, we don't talk dem Gaza still dead, send a spell, make him hot then Risen from the dead give him hell, no caution Niggas is my sons, got their lives in my pocket Killing all these rappers in my city gets exhausting, woo!
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