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Hit a b***on, Morty, give me a beat Oh, man, okay, alright, um RaeSam on the beat My whole life been kinda f**ked up, I'm grinding for that check I'm tryna get a hundred motherf**king thousand in this [?] See, we take down a couple plugs, I need another one, who next? Instead of writing this lil' rap, I should be writing bro in jail, ayy If we get up on a n***a then we send them shells Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can't tell N***as know I'm OTR, don't give no f**k, we causing hell We hit up his lil' block, if I get caught, ain't making bail This for bro, I'm sending thirty milli' with me, so f**k 12 N***as know I was broke, ain't dissing me now, I ain't no ho I was willing yelling FTO, ain't even had no pole Me and Uno find a way to get them guns and [?] we tote Youngest f**king never shot a gun before, he gon' blow Walking through they block, broad day, recording, we want smoke Run it up, no other opp sh*t in these trenches, can't be broke 'cause If I rob your a**, better be money in that coat I don't wanna kill your a** for nothing but it's time to go I forgot to get my mask for this, your other homie told I ain't going down for robbery, this stick up ain't no joke B*t*hes know they want f**k the way my name all in they throat Baby, they just wishing Lil LiV dead, see, I don't know I just make it out these trenches, n***as say that I'm a goat Ain't depend on nobody, depend money, we on go I'ma get my f**king ticket to the millions with this pole, ayy B*t*h, I run it up, just me and broski by that store You can [?], prolly get you a one for four That diablo got them [?] in the trap all in the floor I prolly run off 'cause I know that I'm next And all these n***as wanna share They see I'm grinding with this rap Either way I get that bag, you better know that I'ma flex it Fast a** car, living large with my [?] My whole life been kinda f**ked up, I'm grinding for that check I'm tryna get a hundred motherf**king thousand in this [?] See, we take down a couple plugs, I need another one, who next? Instead of writing this lil' rap, I should be writing bro in jail, ayy If we get up on a n***a then we send them shells Closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the hell Opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can't tell N***as know I'm OTR, don't give no f**k, we causing hell We gon' catch a opp and bury him and we gon' slide again I'm in this song like f**k a nine-to-five, I'm ready for this sh*t My n***as know I'm ready for that action, you know how this go Pull up on a n***a lacking tryna open his front door and sh*t Uh, uh, lil' brodie finish him B*t*h, we really with it, normally we just commit sins We really with the sh*t, n***a You know how we do this sh*t, let's get it
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