Correction Paroles 248 par Only The Family

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Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world
I don't even drink for real, but I damn near f*cked a bottle girl
I just bought a b*tch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it"
When I'm in the club with n*ggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
Said to my man like we on that n*gga ass, ain't no talkin' to us
Give me compliments, my b*tch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her
Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times
They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines
He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time
Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five
I hate Tayski gone forever, we locked in on 59th
He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice
I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
Me and my auntie had some words, that sh*t ate me alive
See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five
He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive
An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
I've seen so many young n*ggas lose they lives
That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
And that real sh*t run in my veins
Some n*ggas I don't f*ck with for real, they just wanted my stain
I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains
And I can't cap, that n*gga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange
I'm swingin' first whenever a n*gga ask me what I bang
When you lose five n*ggas in one summer, that's when you'll feel my pain
You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains
I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame
They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names
Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
If a n*gga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies
And they ain't even meet Lil Baby, but they'll go post his music
And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure
And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all
And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall
I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all

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