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I dont even write no more This sh*t not even like.. my twist so it’s like... I’m writin’ and sh*t so like the f**k? sh*t take more time to get out Usually I just go off the dome f**k it Man it hurt me when they killed my n***a Bloc, how the f**k they catch slippin’ in the car on the 9 though I’ll never think a n***a catch you slippin’ if ya hands was tied up, eyes shut with a blindfold On some sh*t like, why you had to die bro? The will of God and you can’t ‘cause of God though f**k it and you know I’m gon bro And if it’s ‘bout mine imma slide bro In Chiraq and I’m screamin’ free Rondo Back on the westside posted on the 9 tho Bro bangin’ sh*t and we call that n***a Brondo Get ya sh*t pushed back on recline though No I didn’t sell my soul to get signed though But this .40 take ya soul you could die bro If I was you I really wouldn’t try bro (If I was you I really wouldn’t try bro) I was booked up for 3 years My brother told me I had to wipe my tears, sisters said we gon’ make it up outta there So I had to get it without no fear I picked up a pen and a pad, we didn’t have pops so my mom was my dad I swear to God that my life was sad I swear to God that my life was bad, its too bad In the trenches just know I keep it on me Lost my cousin, after that, lost my homie, I swear to God that that sh*t really hurt me, When Shanon died, swear to God that it hurt me (?) and Gotti, swear to God them my brodies n***as talkin’ crazy but still and murk me Brushed it off when that b*t*h did me dirty I brushed it off when that b*t*h did me dirty Down on my d**k and I didn’t have sh*t not even a pot to p*ss in I just f**ked up but I lucked up that I made it up out of them trenches (yea) {Lil Durk} I was down bad and I was down on my d**k (Yea, yea) And had a lil chick, and I came with the stick (Yea) And if you tried to hide it, you’d die with the stick, and if you not a killer, can't hop in the whip (Yea, yea) I got my check up, I got me a bag, then I met a lil b*t*h and I met her Spleef (Whoo, gang, let’s get it) I know a n***a who shot and it ricocheted, bullet hit and he died in his p*ss (Bllggggahh, lets get it) n***as and coming outside, he wolfing on live, the n***a had died in his crib (Died at his crib) (No auto, talk to ‘em) (Gang) You ain't been in that car, whe you ride with your partners, and you can’t turn around, gotta die for yo n***as (Whoo, lets get it) You ain’t outside forreal, the only time you slide when you sliding on twitter, you a pu**y (You a pu**y) Hop out yo car but you shot from a distance and you could of got up on him, lil n***a you a rookie (Do-doom) (Yea) How you feel? You ain't did sh*t for the n***a that died, who gon ride for you pu**y n***a, you a pu**y (Haha) Down on my d**k and I didn’t have sh*t not even a pot to p*ss in I just f**ked up but I lucked up that I made it up out of them trenches (yea) {Lil Durk} I was down bad and I was down on my d**k (Yea, yea) And had a lil chick, and I came with the stick (Yea) And if you tried to hide it, you’d die with the stick, and if you not a killer, can't hop in the whip (Yea, yea) (Gang, Gang, Gang)
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