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I am Greytest Ayy Kyd, make me a beat like It be something 'bout your vibe that be throwing me off Middle fingers to the ones remember counting me out If he speak up on my game, ain't gon' running your mouth It won't never be the same, feel like I'm letting you down They tried to kill me, had to tell 'em that I'm sticking around Hallucinations of my homie when I'm facing the loud I make mistakes, but this time I swear I'm making it count We catch a casе, I shut my face, no, I ain't making a sound You get abused by thе internet, no, I ain't into that Tahoe tinted black, my flow sticking that Catch him outside, grab that chopper and we spin it back Free the Southside all my n***as, they was in a cell Too many cameras like a dozen shots gon' fly out that car Put respect up on my name, my son gotta carry it on I cannot give you my heart, baby girl, 'cause half of it's gone I been that n***a, I was wilding since the day was I born I don't bite my tongue, that sh*t hurt Been through pain, I'm a winner Don't play no games with beginners PB J was for dinner I cut 'em off, hit the scissors Too many times, I done been hurt How can they not get the picture? I got more shots than the Clippers I told my mama that I got her so many times I told my brother that I got him so many times No, I can't trust you, all my life they told a n***a lies We in this race and I'ma see him at the finish line And pu**y, I ain't got no rat n***a want that smoke, we pull up knocking off his head I remember Skimo told me it's a target on your back They don't love me how they said, man, I know that that's a fact And they gon' come for me one day, I put like thirty in my strap And that still ain't enough Don't give a f**k about your kid, why would you play with us? Don't give a f**k 'bout what you did, we let them bangers bust And if he really want that smoke, it can get dangerous (Baby) I be all on [?] you n***as soft, you boys can't hang with us Shoutout [?] from Slauson Ave, we ashing angel dust Check out all my pics from [?] four fingers up Everybody spiff it, they official if they bang with us Used to think I can't win, goddamn, my chain hitting I call G5 twin, we both get loads in We drive the same Benz, this ain't the same Benz He was tryna go that way but that road closed, his lane ended Going forward, gotta get it, I ain't gon' never let it haunt me BDG but we do everything on Front street Brand new Jeep, every corner, I make the tires bleed You can't despite me, nah Living life and these n***as living lies Living life and these n***as living lies Living life and these n***as living lies I ain't expect this but I always knew I was chosen I never expected so many bonds to be broken I'm like f**k it though, them folks know not to speak unless they spoken to We ain't ducking no action, we keep tools I move smooth around these loose screws 'cause I got sh*t to lose n***as don't really want no problems, heard they hollering for truce Why these n***as watch my every move like they ain't got no life? Low life, I be in my bag, I might pull up on a n***a ho like "Give me that," f**k her from the back and send her back We do plenty that, that's a Fendi fact, go check the stats We got automatic guns with us in traffic, like what's cracking? I don't believe these n***as when they rapping, n***as be capping All these n***as living lies, all these n***as in disguise I ain't f**king with them guys I can't go out like these hoes, no Sticking to the G code I ain't telling no lies
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