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Produced by YodaYae1K Ridin' through my city wit' my Glock in my hand I heard niggas talkin' crazy them ain't topic like I am I put thirty in my clip in case shit get outta hand And I'ma do what I want, you just do what you can Opps want me dead, Narcs want me in prison Granny told me go to church but that don't match the way I'm livin' Thotty want me to herself but she know I don't do commitment Bitch ain't come to that conclusion 'til I boosted up my image I can't trust me a bitch, put my trust in these shells How can we live in God's will, if we all livin' in hell? This here we do for a win, we ain't takin' a L And you ain't hittin' it right if you ain't makin' her yell Be the best you could be, that's what mama told me You ain't gotta spit game when the commas gon' speak Damn this beat clock, this shit knock like police I don't hoop but if you reach on the gang I'm gon' teach, ha And ain't no playin' in between, p*ssy pick a side And all my young'uns got the toys yeah the Fisher-Price Put a beam on my Glock in case you try to hide Don't f*ck wit' stocks we got clips longer than a gigabyte Young'uns jump in them streets early, ain't no hope for the youth Put down the guns, pick up them books These shells hurt more than the truth If it's one thing I must, then I must tote me a tool And I ain't cliquin' up wit' niggas I only roll wit' a few Sit back and I peep, I don't talk I observe And bothered as I could be, glasses on like a nerd Hop in the next nigga beef, how you get put on a shirt But if you listen to me then maybe you'll learn Hennessy in my cup and I ain't chasin' my liquor Today I'm hidin' from cameras and I ain't takin' no pictures Different hoods ain't shit, it don't make us no different We all got our positions and you can't make us forgive 'em I'm up on D's, I roll wit' four, I bet on two I'ma bet And we got Call of Duty guns for that play y'all tryna set Remember thievin' for them bands but I won't take disrespect And if shit ain't goin' right, f*ck it, make you a left Oh them boys want beef? I'ma make them niggas hate the chef Don't compare me to them other niggas 'cause I ain't the rest Yo' bitch throw it back and I just catch it like we playin' fetch Boy you talk a lot my gang pull up and we say less Fear no man, but G-O-D When I looked in the mirror, I seen no me Loudest always be the brokest so I be low key Attitude on f*ck you like I'm CeeLo Green My mind already made, and I ain't changin' my mind Just a lion and I'm starvin' I can't wait in a line You in them streets without a tool y'all might as pray for your kind 'Cause what you say on the net, you can say to my nine
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