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Yeah (Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—) God forgive me, I'ma be sinnin' for a minute Four demons in a rented, slidin' tinted I can't let no n***a get me You know I should go down and if that sh*t ever get sticky I can't have no n***a out here frontin', actin' like they with me I had them demons on my mama couch Schemin', we was lookin' for a reason, tryna block it out Bro step on that sh*t, he still'll grease you, he don't talk it out Why would I cap? I make 'em do you in that parking lot, yeah I still keep them racks on me They was tryna search me for the pole, I had crack on me b*t*hes tried to curve me, I was broke, them b*t*hes back on me I guess them b*t*hes must've heard I keep them packs on me, yeah Bro was tryna tell me it was love How the f**k that sh*t was love when he ain't never show me love? That sh*t a dub All under n***as' pics we don't f**k with See how we rockin', I'm with the n***as that I'm stuck with, tell them n***as up it Yeah, you know them charges change everything That sh*t determine whether he love you or he don't Would he slug you or he won't? Sometimes I sit and think if I get caught up with this pole I know I'm probably next to blow, but sh*t, f**k it, I'ma tote And I been runnin' up this money, n***as be hatin' on the low So I gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere I go But we really know what's gold, that sh*t embedded in our soul And bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole Pole totin', soul searchin', slidin' since a bad kid in traffic f**ked up, we caught him lackin', he ain't have it, pull off laughin' Tell lil' baby cuz make the same graphics, summer madness Almost throw up tryna look inside that casket (Ew) Saw him so we hopped out Baby mama f**kin' 'fore he copped out Cuttin' class to cut a brick, f**k this sh*t, he drop out Prosecutor fishin' for convictions or somethin' Like my lawyer ain't vicious or somethin' That n***a trippin', he buggin' We wasn't drillin' on them missions for nothin' Them homies tamper with a witness or somethin' It's just the click of a button If he ain't dead, finish dinner, cuz Thought we was spinnin' where them sinners was Percocet, can't feel the love Know your clique Half of 'em ain't ride when the bro was hit Tell his mama we gon' kill 'em, shake her head, she know this sh*t I paint the pain He won't make it home, but he made a name We gon' hit the star player, I know how to change a game I try to cry, but the sh*t ain't work 'Cause it ain't even 'til a n***a hurt They did us bad, but we did 'em worse Only real n***as finish first Only real n***as finish first Yeah, you know them charges change everything That sh*t determine whether he love you or he don't Would he slug you or he won't? Sometimes I sit and think if I get caught up with this pole I know I'm probably next to blow, but sh*t, f**k it, I'ma tote And I been runnin' up this money, n***as be hatin' on the low So I gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere I go But we really know what's gold, that sh*t embedded in our soul And bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole
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