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A Lot of This
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Lud Foe
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I grew up out west It's a lot of this a lot of that B.O.N. b*t*h Skinny n***a but my pockets fat Fiends going wild, they piled in my trap house Pass out drugs, we send 'em in, we send 'em out Shooters outside, pop in then we popping out He gamble with his life, tough luck now he crapping out We ride late at night with Glocks tucked, yeah we camping out We got free smoke, you want beef then we hand it out My n***a on that hot sh*t, start you up, end you out My money up, the police lock me up, b*t*h I'm bonding out I heard the hoe be f**king with the opps, I'm just finding out I'm Debo, these n***as Nemo 'cause they be hiding out Shout out to my jeweler, make my Jesus piece say hallelujah Trigger squeeze, pray the Lord forgive me for being a shooter Racing down 290, drive the foreign like it was a scooter Maison Margiela my shoe, true religion like a Buddha I remember like yesterday My mama try to keep me in the house but I wouldn't stay The streets made me, the streets paid me Pops was a heroin addict, mama raised a crack baby Young ass n***a with a old ass soul Kick dope, sold blow, wore the same damn clothes My wrist locked, water whipping out the same damn bowl I done made a lot of money off my grandma stove I'm a rap star standing on the block with my gun c*cked Foreign push star, Imma mob, I'm a hood star I get the party rocking, b*t*h, the club hopping Love shopping, spending blue cheese like a egg salad Pouring liquor on the hoes in V.I.P Bon appetite, b*t*h, it's a feast Lud Foe done ate the beat 'Ey kid look at what we did, we took over the streets Stayed up in that studio working and we didn't go to sleep Free all of my n***as I'm with 'em and I know they with me R.I.P. my n***as, I'm going crazy until we meet I'm a shark in the water, all these rappers is dead meat I treat 'em like my sons, they label me a dead beat I feed 'em crumbs, swagger jackers be biting me I'm f**king b*t*hes, they crazy tryna entitle me Lud Foe say you love me and tell me that you won't lie to me n***a you ain't a killer, don't die for something you tryna be I locked these rappers out the game, I need my privacy The police looking for me they having trouble with finding me f**k a judge, I never budge, I know she tired of me My plug got the pigeons and the birds, he make 'em fly to me Nina Ross, lil pretty pu**y, I make it squirt for me And all my n***as love me to death, you could get hurt for me I started selling dope cause that school sh*t didn't work for me I'm flexing like a wrestler, moving weight like I'm Hercules I'm from the slums,grew up off ramen noodles and pork and beans 'Member I had to cut from my jeans, they were too big for me Told 'em that I'ma make it, they laughed and said, you kidding me f**k the police and whoever tryna get rid of me Gang!
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