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Now what the fuck I gotta talk for Hustlin’ remind me of a chalkboard, all I see is green and white My first block of raw gave my team some life Two pots going off like beans and rice Got a charge and he don’t wanna leave his wife Now it’s bugs on his dogs like fleas and lice Nothing cause lockjaws like fiends and pipes Made his face change color like Jesus Christ, right I got a spirit that led folks Even when I was dead broke, they treated me like the head coach My bitch drove to the wеst coast For the best smoke, chickеnhead You want bread, we spread loafs Hated by niggas I fed most Keep a infrared close case I gotta leave ‘em with lead smoke Fuck y’all I like dead folks That’s probably the reason why I’m conversatin’ with Fred ghost I fed hope, my bitches follow instructions they read notes On top of they bed woke Understand that the feds close They heard everything I said and spoke, that’s why I fled coast Nigga come and get yo head broke You been a snitch you like Benedict to the Red Coats Niggas wanna see my leg broke, cause I find a price and I’m surrounded by white like egg yolk
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