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Featuring(s) : OT the Real

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Verse 1:
Uh, the summer's bout to get hot
I'm steppin' out and rockin' fur like I'm a Eskimo
Well fuck impressin' hoes, they never show me S and Os
Gwinnett's like little Mexico
Thought it was safe cuz it's the burbs
Until you heard someone got murdered at the Texaco
Right up the street, now you trynna sleep but you cain't
Thought that we would ease your mind
And might relieve you of pain
On a G like you a slider trynna be who you ain't
All the flexin' like you dressed up in a G-Unit tank
Now get your head bust, your homies gotta airbrush
Your name with R.I.P. right on a tee cuz you got ambushed
And fuck a college campus, education wasn't never for me
Teachers kicked me and my homies out the graduation ceremony
That was way back before rappers tatted their face with ink
When girls would play N-Sync, when crank was baby pink
When Drake was Jimmy Brooks, we didn't hit the books
We used our fake Id's to get in clubs like we the legal age to drink
Geekin' smokin' Primos, takin' bitches to eat (?)
Free B-day dinners and cut supremes at Rico's
You'll get robbed for just a couple c notes
Blow the money that we stole on slot machines and (?)
I used to care that public didn't take me serious
They used to stare at my hair and it made me furious
You talk the shit online but in person you change the narrative
He hidin',  when I find out where he is I'm find him and

Hook: Violate 'em (violate 'em, violate 'em,violate 'em)
Watch your mouth when you're speakin' on us
We violate 'em (violate 'em, violate 'em,violate 'em)
It's-It's on sight when we see 'em it's up
Violate 'em (violate 'em, violate 'em,violate 'em)
Watch your mouth when you're speakin' on us
We violate 'em (violate 'em, violate 'em,violate 'em)
It's-It's on sight when we see 'em it's up

Verse 2:
A lot of blood stains on the sole of my Pradas
The powder that I got is like ricotta
(?) got a similar texture
Met a bitch and finessed her
She said she didn't do powder
She givin' into the pressure
I guess I've always been a bad influence
Smokin' wax, a little dab'll do
That's right, my homies in the back for Chatanooga
Who's the rapper that I hear you callin' out, dissin'
Hope isn't me cuz if I give your album a listen
And hear you mention me, it's fuck a freestyle or a written
This ain't a cypher, I'm only battlin' alcoholism
I'll kill 'em literally, you're failin' miserably
I'll bring the heat to you and personal delivery fee
I see the police waiting, lurkin' in the tinted Caprice
They asked me for an autograph when I was fixin' to leave
Eatin' expensive cuisine, clean and livin' the dream
This ain't no Zinfandel to lean
Turn my ginger ale pink and purple color
A southerner tell 'em word to mother
If you fuck with us someone inside of the circle is gonna

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