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Clue, ho, what you vibin' on over there, boy? And what's a man to do? See, what's a man to say? When sh*t just falling down and pain don't go away Just look for .38s, clean sh*t like Molly Maids They call from calling cards, they tryna make a way I seen so many fade and plenty get hurt Look at the ground differently because my dawgs in the dirt I got a call from one my dawgs, he said he doing the hurt You see from packages, was wrapping it and making it work But too much n***as wan' be talkative to police and clerks And my mama told me, "Boy, don't snitch, these bullets, they hurt" I had a Maggie on my lap and Springfield in the purse I'm a villain in the city like my name Mr. Burns But this ain't Simpsons, they caught him simpin' He thought hе got it in, they left him limpin' Life was looking bеtter, then they took it in a instant Flood the strip with hella sticks and run it like a engine My dawgy got a sentence and he never coming home He tellin' me it's twenty-five years until parole We was young and shedding tears from like nine years old Everything I spit is real, it's coming from the soul Told you n***as I'm a GOAT, I put pressure like a bomb Shots will ring and box him in like it's an octagon, huh The burner kicking like Jorge Masvidal We seeing cheese like we working at a dairy farm Got it in many ways, still needed more I was six years old when police came and kicked in my door I still remember grade six, comin' home from the store Another raid, I seen my mommy's face lay on the floor See better days to come but we we're fighting through storms I had the soldiers in the field like the children of corn A body drop on any block, and yeah, we made it the norm Them bodies drop on any block, and yeah, we made it the norm, yeah Here he go, switch his flow, Roney cold like ten below Seen a stove make a mill', turned it to a pot of gold I should know, I seen n***as switch up for a half a O I should know, I seen b*t*hes switch up, go f**k your bro I just linked my dawg, he said he down to ride It's homicides, bodies on the other side We took it over, hit his block, that sh*t get colonized We keep a stick and spray a n***a, he a pesticide I thought he ride, sh*t, that boy invisible Lucky that we keep a stick, shoot individuals And we was trapping, started rapping for residuals I thought he ride, uh-uh, uh-uh
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