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Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows
Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we wasn't really bros
We was tryna impress them hoes, kept us on our toes
I had 25 in high school, like I'm Derrick Rose
I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul
Had always copped bank to the left 'cause I grew up with the moes
And I was stuck in [?] like I'm one of the 4s
I had some shootouts with my bro 'n' 'em, I had to give it and go
sh*t got hot, we [?] most of 'em, still got one of the old ones though
Might hang that b*t*h in a frame for show
That's the one that my big [?]
We ain't learn how to blow on no range, no
Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door
Might could've blew out my brains, though
n***as must not got no aim no more
n***as left me in the rain some more
I found some gold in the rainbow though
They say I got money and changed the most
Please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though
Still'll walk up on a stranger, though
Gangster sh*t run in my veins for sure
I wanna change 'em, though
Know how to channel my anger, though
Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, though
Where his hood at? We gon' name him, though
Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so?
None of my killers want payment, though
Oh, we ain't 'posed to be bangin', no
Me and my n***as, we hangin', though
Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' dope
This pistol don't ever stop rangin', though
Ayy, I don't panic
Wheels be panoramic

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