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Soul assassins

Ayo
My cassette full of dope street corner quotes
Foot on ya throat
Soul assassin with the magnum blastin heavy smoke
Jake got the dogs, don't bring the blicker on the ferry boat
Gotta move slick, a n***a very low
Five hundred for every O, my esé got the crystal meth from Mexico
Cartel how we move the music, you don't measure close
Fast dough, cash flow getta
Caught a seizure of the sh*t, the n***a only hit half of the mixture
n***as ass, see you bozo looking back in the mirror
All you saw was the flash and the flicker blastin black picturе
Darkness, somehow I evolvеd outta the hardship
Now everytime I talk on the song it's God's gift
God, you f**kin with me is a far pitch
School you n***as like [?] reading God's text
Didn't have it all, the cash put me on a conquest
Hustled then I came up, woulda thought I won a contest
Cruisin in the low low, chrome pistol in the arm rest
Pions, it's no contest, how much you wan' bet?

Nights I didn't have it, sh*t was eatin me alive inside
Had to make a way cause real sh*t, son, only I provide
Came up on tooth for a tooth and eye for eye
Only coincide with my [?], you don't qualify
Nights I didn't have it, sh*t was eatin me alive inside
Had to get the bag cause real sh*t, son, only I provide
Came up on tooth for a tooth and eye for eye
Only coincide with my [?], you don't qualify

Ain't no reward without a risk involved
How much are you willing to take's the question to ask before you get it on
The world f**ked up, we got crooked cops and fentanyl
Covid, is it real or is it fake, they tryna kill us all
Politicians got a trick system, the sh*t is wicked, dog
n***as in the can going nuts, they cut they visits off
Stressed out, even the kindergarten teachers sniffin soft
On the bench, bills scattered all over the kitchen floor
Didn't think this sh*t was gonna last long
Now where I'm at it's body after body cause everybody got a mask on
Unidentified, the eyes tell a long story though
So often friend morph to foe, only trust a soul
It's either money or they lust control
Heaven's what you make it, hell's the bullsh*t you go through tryna touch ya goal
The game sold, cop this, I be ya [?]
Built ya credit up, pursue the racks, a lot of these n***as act
Get ya gun license, grab a mac, hold down the fort with that

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