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Man Down
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Jackboy
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Helluva made this beat, baby Run down, man down, opps get gunned down Think I love the way how my f**kin' gun sound Big drip, new whip, f**kin' on your b*t*h now f**k my ex b*t*h, tell her that she missed out If my new b*t*h don't f**k, she gettin' kicked out I'm a millionaire, ain't sh*t to get you switched out I came up, send my youngins on the licks now NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out I'm tryna send a whole blitz out Y'all n***as ready, they know when a n***a isn't Caught him lacking, he can finally get his rest now Can't catch me lacking, I be steppin' with a vest now Don't do no Yoga, but all my opps be getting stretched out Pulled up in the Hellcat, we gon' bless and smash out Never sober, catch an opp, he gettin' smoked out Pulled up with two vultures who be ready to rock out Pulled up with two vultures, when we ridin', we on demon time Slap a n***a with the pistol tryna see if he can eat the .9 Might just have to kill him, if you don't he'll have you doing time Tryna see my circle better, rather see you on the headline 10k can get you wacked, told my killer I'mma pay the fine You can ask my hood about me, I swear these are not just rhymes n***a run up on me, ask him what happened the last time Man down, man down, I'll knock your man down Man down, man down, leave his face on the ground Run down, man down, opps get gunned down Think I love the way how my f**kin' gun sound Big drip, new whip, f**kin' on your b*t*h now f**k my ex b*t*h, tell her that she missed out If my new b*t*h don't f**k, she gettin' kicked out (Kicked out) I'm a millionaire, ain't sh*t to get you switched out (Yuh) I came up, send my youngins on the licks now (Ayy) NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (Hold up) Hood fam', blicks bare, walk bricks, that's our blood rag f**k 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "Love Violence" This ain't life, b*t*h, it's real life, don't cross the gun line This one time at band camp yo' b*t*h sucked my nuts dry And I ain't never got no 9 for no reason I'ma bust mine Give a f**k about no n***a that you be with or you hang around Say my name, I pull up with gang, take your neighbors off Right after I headshot yo' b*t*h ass for playin' boss sh*t that don't got sh*t to do with you, keep my name out yo' mouth The FN he ain't like that, 10 milli tend to wear me down My young n***as bring sticks to wherever they see big bro at Huh, you n***as do not know how to shoot, where your coach at? Hollow tip through his hairline, f**k it up, it won't grow back No cap, bro strap will animate yo' MoCap I get caught with another firearm, I'm going straight to prison Mmh, in the fields all cook ups with the super vision Still got 'em with me every day, I ain't never listen Say that chop the only reason that I'm here living Yeah, shootin' first main reason why a n***a breathing Retaliation, rebellion, we gotta get even Get some top in the drop then hop in the demon Do or don't, all over my opp block and leave you on bleeding
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