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(Reece, take 'em to church) Ayy, when Deether died, I was hopin' he was last No pistol, play was in motion, they killed my boy in a crash Geekin told me relax I keep a shot for every sucker in Sac I had a story, I ain't know it was rap It's either life or the trap Where the beef? 'Cause we ain't even finish that Cold-hearted, I can get your ceiling cracked Body count, but we ain't gettin' into that Can't even think if it's cap, and niggas know where we at They wanted smoke? Baby, not at all So much muscle, strike a nigga with a cotton ball Thе system turn us into slaves, you ain't cotton soft Drop the ball and call an ambulancе to drop him off He put his homies down like he ain't even like his dawg How you expect to be a leader, never took a fall? He took the stand on his niggas, gotta lead the laws (Rat-ass nigga) You gotta watch me when I dribble 'cause your feet'll frost We make it easy, when it's beef, we tend to eat it all I told you you could eat it raw Creep up on a sucker, it was cold, we hit his beanie off Slidin' through your regencies with semis, know what we be off Ain't no point in turnin' up, I spot him, I'ma leave him off At fifteen, we was totin' pistols, we ain't read at all Them crackers catch me in action, I'ma feed the law Ask the Lord to give him guidance, you gon' see it all They got my bro, we need the lawyer that got Leezy off I failed to be there for my mama when she need me Flood her with all this money, I got her like I'm her genie Baby mama be trippin', say she gon' leave me I need her, the pussy Fiji, I told her thuggin' wasn't easy I got a home, but it still rain in this bitch Forty pop up with thirty, you feel pain when it hit Homie hoped he'd find a thing when he bipped These niggas out here be virgins, my nina been had the dick Tote the fully, never aimin', circle ain't rearrangin' People thought they could change him, I don't fuck with the fakin' Never thought I'd be famous, for Geekin, I keep it dangerous Your opinion the lamest, no talkin' and not a statement On my mama, they gon' let you fall, I seen their text and all They type behind my back but they don't let a weapon off It's crazy how the dice be rollin' when the bettin' off I got an eight to hit, don't stop me, I'ma bet it soft "Kony into this and that," I gotta quote that UPS, at your doormat, you don't use it, I blow that Brodie sell a pistol that's dirty, my niggas want that I'ma die the realest, niggas know, and that's on Fab
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