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And it's still a few hitters from the six (Six)
Jumpin' over bodies when them boys say, "Hit the switch"
n***as dip, who you think around the corner? It's a drill (It's a drill)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up, it's a hit, f**k who you with
We gon' pull up bangin', all my n***as gangin'
Keep a blick, smokin' on that stankin', man, that sh*t get dangerous
Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers anxious
Like, "Who is him?," you don't think the n***a safe, he lose a limb (He lose a limb)
Fifty thousand for the chain, half of that'll get you hit (It'll get you hit)
Ah sh*t, caught that boy dissin' Lil Boo, now he dead
All blicks, we just play this sh*t for keeps, that's all year (That's all year)
I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b*t*h
I seen it all, been in this sh*t since a lil' youngin', since a jit
He said it all, I heard that boy, he rat, I heard that boy he snitch
I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (Brrah)
A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics
Took Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him, "Get a grip" (Get a grip)
She watch her left, sayin', "Six hundred K'll get you killed"
And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I got the drill (Von)

These n***as hoes, you know, I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I'm on the road, still tottin' pole (Huh?)
My gun be hot, your sh*t be cold (Boom, boom)
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, his bond on hold (Damn)
He still locked up, it's takin' long (Uh-huh)
She wanna know when he comin' home (Damn, damn)
See, sh*t it'll get real, you ever been on a drill? (Huh?)
When no one you shot got killed? I'm just keepin' it real (Damn)
Have you ever been in the car with your homie who don't got the wheel? (Damn, damn)
He can't slide, he need him a pill
He a b*t*h, it is what it is
That's your mans you tryna uplift
But when it's war time, n***as ain't gon' do sh*t (Nah, nah)
Them n***as ain't slidin' no more (Nah)
The opps outside, man, them n***as ain't hidin' no more (What?)
Well, I guess we ain't the guys no more (Damn)
When you see a n***a killed your brother, you don't ask, just blow (Boom, boom)
When the f**k we start givin' passes though? (Damn)
And if you don't wanna shoot just pass it, bro
f**k y'all wearing them masks for? (Huh, what?)
n***as got guns, but they ain't gon' blow (Huh? Yeah)

I know a rich n***a homeless, got me a deal, ain't homeless, yeah, yeah
I'm a real n***a for life, but I ain't tryna risk my life like yeah, yeah (Let's get it)
I was down bad on my d**k and the n***a ain't take my advice, yeah, yeah (Ain't take my advice)
I was tryna make my night, but the Percocets ruined my life, yeah, yeah (Gang)
Spent a whole M on my children (Let's get, let's get it)
I was f**ked up gettin' meal plans
Lambo' dark and it still tints
Money on the lawyer and I'm still rich (Still rich)
I fell off once and I'm still lit (Still lit)
Voice of the streets, it's real sh*t (Real sh*t)
I did a lil' time and I ain't tell sh*t
Lost pounds in the mail, they ain't mail sh*t
I'm in school with a Kel-Tec (With a Kel-Tec)
I love my brother for life (Life), he lost his legs to a wheelchair (Wheelchair)
How you get blocks and you ain't kill sh*t?
How you run blocks? You ain't kill yet (Kill yet)
I ain't even pop my pill yet (Pill yet)
Most these n***as can't feel that (Feel that), yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know what I'm sayin', we do it for the streets
You know what I'm sayin', the trenches
Everywhere, you know what I'm sayin', Chicago
Let's get it, yeah

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