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I was raised on the six
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pu**y n***a, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't like we ain't been shoot that motherf**kin' fire, n***a
You know what I'm sayin', every n***a that played with me died, pu**y

Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pu**y, you know we gon' shoot them Glocks, [?] off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder sh*t, that murder sh*t my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin' that sh*t professional but them n***as test me (Okay)
That lil promo run you doin' on me, get you left in the desert (Promo)
I know blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retardеd, he special (Brrat)
I know cuz' gon' take somе out for me quick, why he a professional (Facts)
Last n***a shot at me, that sh*t didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty K
I'm the Godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
pu**y n***a, I'ma stand all over you sh*t with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mammy stay, and where your brother stay (b*t*h)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (Brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play, boy you'll get shot in the face (Whew, whoo)
I just dodged my case
Murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' n***as in the city, 'fore I whackin' n***as out of town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can't keep up with that pu**y, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?

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