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You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch
They 'gon take him out so you can't give a nigg a single inch
I'm at the range shootin' at 308 in Dior leopard print
In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president
Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down
I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass around
I Told her let that M4 rip, cause I like the way it sounds
The day my daughter turned 11, I showed her how to weigh a pound

Passin' out these blicks, we finna spin, who tryna slide tonight
Call my lil bitch up, she from Stone Mountain, who tryna vibe tonight
Take that cheesy jewelry up your neck that shit ain't shining right
The jeweler told me that ??? that shit ??? tonight
If we come together, then we leave together that's just law
Got PTSD from these streets from all the murder I done saw
Gotta protect my life, I'm going broke, I'm buyin' ammunition
Since everybody snitchin' I prefer to go on solo missions
Red eye in my socket, that shit match the laser on my thigh
Finna take the rap game over this year, it's pressure being applied
100 loads in bubbles, I make sure the city get supplied
He tried to take my chain, we left him stinkin' I can't believe he tried

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