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(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, blrrd

Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment
Servin' narcotics like back in the '80s
We got the gas you can't get at the station
I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy
We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady
Worse come to worst, so I'ma send at your [?]
Woke up today, I community gated
Looked in the mirror like, "n***a, you made it"
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin'
I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80
Smokin' just make my eyes lower likе Asians
I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian
Peoplе, they shakin', they feel the vibration
Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation
Flippin' that turf, have your money and race it
These junkies my patients, they walk in and paint sh*t
I had the coco, had to tell 'em, "Be patient"
In my duplex with the bricks in the basement
Real street n***a, never wrote no statement
They tell 'em to come out, they hold us to come out
Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out
n***as got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out
Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out
I put my gun out, let's see how they turn out
Might just be bookin', they won't put the blunt out
They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out
All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout
My word is the law, no cap in my bars
Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scar
Might want a .30, but lobster walk
1017, we ball to ball

I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that sh*t, we broke his bones, his ass should've come right in
Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that n***a missin'

We don't blank on missions, now he missin'
Swimmin' with the fishes
Wockhardt got me p*ssin', diamonds glisten
Strapped up with that glizzy
All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim
These not True religions
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Reaper my religion
Can't show the internet how I be livin'
Sticks steamer, ride through the city
Stay out the way and get paid, n***as all in they feelings
On the internet, talkin' like b*t*hes
Money come in different ways, I'm a junkie
Got Dracs and them bows while I'm breakin' a b*t*h
Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like p*ss
If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk
How you be sliding', but nobody got hit?
Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed
Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit
I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss
They havin' cake, make your b*t*h make a wish
I keep throwin' up, n***as keep havin' fits
Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this sh*t on a fit
Remember they doubted me, now look, I'm rich
Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks
I still will mask up, put that fire on them b*t*hes
n***as be put up when I'm in the city
I'm tired of beefin' with n***as who snitchin
n***as don't want smoke, they just want attention
Double R gang, we standin' on b*t*hes
We really 'bout action, these n***as pretendin'

Yeah, big F&N for these f**k n***as, load your choppas, grab your vest
I'm still with them killers from Willet, you know who shoot the best
Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the point guard on the Nets
I'm overdue, so Wock' trill [?], 'bout two Percocets
I talk sh*t like I'm five hundred pounds, I'm strapped with like three hundred rounds
And I still'll take your bow from you, know who quick to slime some sh*t down
Drop thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav'
I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an 8 I’m in zombie town
And it cost to move, 'cause when I had
Make sure you sure to a clip when you run down
Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out
Slid for so long on his block, now the sun out
Got [?], turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo
We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown

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