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You looked me in my face and lied, so now it?s f**k you n***a
And you telling people you gon' kill me, so wa**up lil' n***a
I see why you mad, I know why you hatin', it?s cause my bands are bigger
You say you was bad, but when you see me in the streets you ain?t pull the trigger
All my n***as came from nothing, straight from poverty
I got booked up in that county for a robbery
Police takin all my brothers, we jus tryna eat
I?m gon' rock out by myself until my n***as free
I?m tryna make it, but I?m doing wrong the feds don?t know about it
I got locked up, I got caught with a gun, you n***as joked about it I?m down for the gang, I swear I won?t change, swear I?m gon' ride about it
Better stay in your lane, before you get banged cause we gon' slide up out it

You can look me in my eyes, you see the pain in them
Me and myself been at war, before the fame n***a
I had to cut a couple n***as off I seen the fake in em'
You went and changed up on yo guys, I?m still the same n***a Them prosecutors they on my head, don?t know how to feel
I was too deep in that water, had no time to heal
I know some n***as want me dead, cause I want a mil'
Payed some 40 years in that slamo, cause he said I steal
Who is these n***as, they sayin' I changed cause I went and got it now I'm skipping states
I been had to go get it way before the fame, cause' these n***as broke, and I can?t be the same
These n***as be hatin', throw dirt on my name, and I can?t f**k wit you cause you rock wit the opps
All of my n***as gon' shoot for your top, and we don?t stop shooting till somebody drop
We pulling up deep, and we spin on the block
We tryin' make it, we ducking the cops
Real n***as where do we send our shots, and we ain?t gon' stop until we in the drop
Real n***a winning, and I see why they mad cause I got these diamonds and I?m getting gaup
We gon' leave you on your front yard, since you telling, talking to the cops
We gon' pop out at your front door, since he wanna talk and wanna tweet
N***as talking on the net, but these n***as don?t really wanna meet
Pop out wit a Glock, and we gon' lay a n***a down 6 feet
We gon' pop out at your party, since you want the smoke and the beef
And I?m gon' catch a body, better stop playin wit me
All my n***as they gon' ride for me, if foe nem shoot for free
You ain?t gang if you ain?t slide for me, so stay away from me Remember days I could died, so I thank God for saving me

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