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They make that fake sh*t look so good
You don’t know who real or not
Might as well commit suicide the way we hang up on that block
The only time my n*gga smile is when he catchin him a body
It ain’t no shoes, it ain’t no clothes, ain’t none but heads in his closet

1600 them my boys, I told my bros we all we got
And she keep telling me im yours, but I be feeling like you not
Plus they didn’t leave me with no choice
So how the hell I’m ‘posed to stop?
I’m getting big, I’m blowing up
I’ll see you at the top

(Yeah, uh)
187 homicides
All he watch is CSI
Say he hate to see his mama cry
He got a 40 and a 9, hе still watch first 48
Try not to cross the deadline, but hе know he still got to pray
And he don’t never wear a mask cause he know he came to kill
And it’s his girl boyfriend, but it is what it is
He came by the house yesterday
He had a chevy on some forges
He gon kill him, he gon take it cus he know he can’t afford it
He feel like if he write a book nobody still won’t know his story
And every time he say he broke they either laugh or ignore it
Say he hit him for like 30 racks and a couple pounds
Now all of a sudden his clothes changing
Now all of a sudden the bills paid
Now all of a sudden he buying rings, taking his girl out on dates
She crying every night, tears soaking through the pillow
But she don’t know that she sleeping with her brother killer
But she know it’s something different, he can’t look her in the eyes
He had bought some jays this week, she seen blood on his 5s
Out the blue she hit her knee, tryna scream but gone quiet
But she play it cool and she act like she don’t know
But he sleep in the bed, so she text her uncle Joe
Like I know who it is, so text me when you at the door
She know he keep like 3 straps, but she told him bring 4
They make that fake sh*t look so good
You don’t know who real or not
Might as well commit suicide the way we hang up on that block
The only time my n*gga smile is when he catchin him a body
It ain’t no shoes, it ain’t no clothes, ain’t none but heads in his closet

1600 them my boys, I told my bros we all we got
And she keep telling me I’m yours, but I be feeling like you not
Plus they didn’t leave me with no choice
So how the hell I’m ‘posed to stop?
I’m getting big, I’m blowing up
I’ll see you at the top

Get on me knees and talk to God
I ask him “why?”
I never asked for this
I lost some partnas in the streets, I want them back
I never asked for sh*t
I get so high, i don’t know why I’m always drinking up this actavis
I wonder why they killing
I ain’t hurt my heartache to my happiness
Told my bros to live it up
I’ll love you to the end
I already lost a lot
Now I can finally win
And it was hard coming up
Can’t do that sh*t again
I take my heart and give it up just to see your face again
Mama say “boy you keep that burner”
Cause they gon try to get rid of you
Go to [?] and take a hunnid for a hit
That’s what them hitters do
I’ll prolly make it through a shootout ‘fore I make it to a interview
And they gon make you take your shoe off, take your life just for some tennis shoes
I just wanna make a hunnid mil before I die
And it’s supposed to be like this, so it’s okay if you wanna cry
They took a lot away from me, but they can’t take away my pride
I hope to see another day, I pray to open up my eyes
Every time they call my phone, they call my phone up on some stupid sh*t
Everything always go wrong, they call my phone up bout some foolishness
I can’t even find myself, they say I’m trippin cause I’m losing it
Get rid of that gun if you ain’t gon stroke it
Out the streets if you ain’t using it
I can feel the hate, can feel the love up in the air
Everybody got a [?] I know it feel like life ain’t fair
Even when you show you love ‘em, they gon act like they don’t care
Don’t you never, ever trust em
They gon act like they [?]
They make that fake sh*t look so good
You don’t know who real or not
Might as well commit suicide the way we hang up on that block
The only time my n*gga smile is when he catchin him a body
It ain’t no shoes, it ain’t no clothes, ain’t none but heads in his closet

1600 them my boys, I told my bros we all we got
And she keep telling me I’m yours, but I be feeling like you not
Plus they didn’t leave me with no choice
So how the hell I’m ‘posed to stop?
Im getting big, I’m blowing up
I’ll see you at the top

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