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Free Trav, free Scrap, free Gato
Rest in peace Kane

I saw n***as get that bag in my city, figured I need it too (I need it)
Listen to my gun, I ain't ever ask, "What would Jesus do?" (Nah)
Trap until we see the sun, play Vegas for a week or two (All night)
Bandana on me, I told Lz, "This from me to you"
Get hit in neck, you die, powder sells in the mornin'
Bricks after five, watch the Knicks lose and still act surprised (Rip)
You never drove outta town to get a bird?
Or had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just give the word? (Boom)
Santana f**ked my head up with them diamonds and that bird
Back like cooked crack hit the trap and I was rhymin' every word
I know n***as never voted, heard Obama and they curved
Diplomatic ties, it's a code of silence you could learn
If you rap, you might get head tapped, if I get it confirmed
I'm Ice Cube when he got rid of that perm, watch and learn
I bet they love it when they hear this sh*t
Fendi, Prada, Gucci now
I used to be Polo to the ground like it's 55th (Woah)
We probably the flyest n***as out (Flyest)
Designer on the mattress, designer on the couch
Call Elliott, pick up a couple diamonds and I'm out (Bling)
Run off on the plug? Never, know he got it in the drought (Never)
Now it had to been the bag that got me out the house (It had to)
These n***as can't be on my d**k 'cause it's probably in her mouth (Ah)
I grew up in the trenches, they'll rob you 'cause you out (Out)
Had to get off them benches before my mama cussed me out (Woah)

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