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I understand that this yo' bitch bro, I just take her down I don't give her no affection, I don't take her out And what I'm smokin' over here bro, this Jamaican loud My granny lookin' down on me, I hope I make her proud On the road finna go make me a play or two Y'all only talk to God when you in need, boy he ain't savin' you Talkin' crazy we know you ain't stupid, boy how brave are you? You ain't really proud of my success, I see the hate in you This .45 will turn that sweat suit to a daisy duke Claimin' gang but pullin' out a skit, then the shame on you You the type a nigga tell it all, when the blame on you Keiro got that steel, you run up trippin' you gon' break the news Baby I'ma feed you all these lies 'cause you gon' hate the truth Stay up in yo' place bitch if you don't then I'm replacin' you Why all these broke niggas want beef? They can't pay for food Would pray for myself but wit' this Glock, think I'm gon' pray for you You ain't tryna cheat? Ain't tryna win, I ain't playin' rules Uh uh you ain't marchin' wit' this army you a April fool That nigga say he want me dead then tell 'em make a move And I'll take a nigga life for tryna take a jewel Damn bitch you got hella ass Naw bitch I don't wanna hit that kitty, get to sellin' that Goin' through some thangs, fightin' demons, been through hell and back He talkin' through his neck 'til this gleeky put a shell in that Pockets empty, boy you grown as f*ck, you need some help wit' that? Pootie Tang, when my bitch actin' up I put the belt to that They savin' for the Glock, me and the gang be causin' hell wit' that Want the truth? Then you gon' have to kill me, I ain't tellin' that Everybody strapped but who gon' bust it when it's time? Life keep givin' lemons, f*ck it we make lemon lime Niggas ain't real wit' they self they livin' lies Tryna live the life I live, I know plenty that done died Could turn a penny into five, can stack ten up in a day This whip suspicious, bro gon' air it out we switch another lane And just for birthin' you, I spit up in yo' mother face Ain't second guessin' on that trigger 'cause my mind already made Bitch you already fake, how could you tell me not to be? Every time I grab my jacket yo' bitch tell me not to leave What's between us, stay between us, she gon' promise not to speak Tryna run them hands wit' me and he ain't even got no reach Everybody sayin', "f*ck suckas" they ain't even got no beef I won't do no drive by, I bounce out and I'm on feet Niggas sayin' they on Sheik, you on him, you on me Everything I bought I own, I don't know nothin' 'bout no lease Remember havin' clothes on layaway at Dee Dee's Discount Remember being a nobody, these hoes want flicks now Raise your tone of voice then them gleeky's we whip out Talk shit when I'm not around, pull up show what that shit 'bout And I'll rip yo' favorite rapper like my homework And this about who really down for you, not who you know first My bitch in her feelin's always ask why I don't post her I got pain up in my body, laugh it off like that shit don't hurt I been botherin' hella folks wit' these rifles and Glocks Don't hide from the ops, play smart we just hide from the cops And I be heavy of that dope, but I'm tryna stop They ask about pressure, mention us, we applyin' a lot Bitch
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