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(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

He's seen everything, diaries of a soldier
Beauty of the streets, from the concrete, I rose up
We was so naive, rich schemes, what they sold us
Countdown from three, I put the team on my shoulders
Now these racks up in my jeans, they won't fold up
Devastation turned me to a fiend, I'm never sober
Bodies dropped, that wintertime breeze, it get colder
Lost her youngest teen, she couldn't believе what they told her

Them switchеs finna slump him in the street
Rippin' sh*t, been focused on the beat
Difference is I'm only twenty-three
I'm just different, stop comparin' them to me
In the room full of lions, Lord knows that I'ma eat
I'm a cold-hearted beast
I don't do the back and forth, I never been a part of beef
All my homies off the porch, they in them trenches sparkin' heat
He gon' shoot with no remorse and that FN gon' 'cause a leak
Ballin' on and off the court, but we don't send no shots too deep
.223s spittin' out the chopper drum
Blocka, blocka, your shotta slumped
I bet they know that I'm a problem, huh?
They can't believe what I blossomed from
Ain't tryna bleed, grab a Glock or somethin'
Better hide your sh*t when them robbers come
You get backdoored quick for a lot of funds
When you come from nothin', it be hard not to stunt
I remember daily posted on that block for months
He's seen everything, diaries of a soldier
Beauty of the streets, from the concrete, I rose up
We was so naive, rich schemes, what they sold us
Countdown from three, I put the team on my shoulders
Now these racks up in my jeans, they won't fold up
Devastation turned me to a fiend, I'm never sober
Bodies dropped, that wintertime breeze, it get colder
Lost her youngest teen, she couldn't believe what they told her

Gang
Ayy, free Lil Trench, man
Matter of fact, free all the guys, long live all the bros
Lil Capalot in this b*t*h, y'all know how the f**k I'm rockin'
(Ayy, turn me up, Jet)

In that car box with a profit, a heap stashed
Ridin' for the gang, I don't care if we crash
My homie died, I might plot at the re-pa**
Raised on the block and they taught us to be bad
'Member back then, saw the opps and beat a**
Now we lettin' off shots, they feet fast
He loadin' up his Glock with a ski mask
Excitement and problems, that's all the streets had
Quick to pa** up a thot like Steve Nash
You only here to suck c*ck if she ask
Whole lotta guap, I'm in a deep bag
Headed straight to the top, can't be last
And the folks say a whole lot of nonsense
I can't hear 'em 'cause I only speak cash
Got it straight out the mud, I'm beyond rich
It be hurtin' they soul when he brag
Twelve hot on Wednesday, that's a bookin' night
I kept tryna take off, then I took a flight
Mind of a demon, I know what my crooks are like
Tryna cap on the 'net 'til we took his life
If they say that it's beef, we pop out with heat
Just to make sure that they cook it right
When me and them n***as meet, he get left in the street
He got shot in his face for not lookin' right
No more semi-autos, this Glock, it's a fully
I'm duckin' Tahoes, rockin' this hoodie
Show you what this jungle do like A Boogie
My shorty gon' step on the block, he a bully
Been off the porch, can't hang with no rookies
Finger f**k nina if he playin' pu**y
I feel like a killer, so you better not push me
On that road to riches and this where it took me
F**k all the rules, we don't follow the guidelines
I'm with the goons, courtside on the sidelines
New pack comin' soon, got shells out the MAC flyin'
Mixin' Addies with shrooms, my mind fried
Better not talk if you ever get hemmed up
This all me, what I gotta pretend for?
Opps pulled up, what the f**k we slid for?
Can't score like they boarded the rim up
But we run in the field like some running backs
Dope fiends and n***as get killed, I come from that
Say if you smoke, then you better be talkin' 'bout a blunt to match
Foenem knock sh*t down like a lumberjack
Everything that I spit just a bunch of facts
40 got kick, he gon' fight for his life if his brother lack
Stand his ground, put him six feet under that
Thirty rounds, I ain't scared, I love the 'Raq

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