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I grew up with the robbers and the felons
And niggas got my dawg for eleven ki's
Remember I was sittin' on the boulevard
Now I'm flyin' tall over the seven seas
And I had my little brother had to call me, collect
I just wanna fast forward to us all on the jet
Got some time 'cause he tried to play his cards in the deck
I done got so high I might fall off the jet, woah
My AP got extension, woah
And I still pull up in my section, woah
The way you talk the chopper gotta be the talk
Some my niggas died, yeah they cold as stone
The opps'll let the choppas rain for no reason
My best died ain't I know the meaning
That's why I been ballin' for four season
Hey how you got the sauce and ain't got no season?

I know my grandmomma pray for me
I know my grandmomma pray for me
And I know my momma still pray for me
I know my momma still pray for me
Yeah, I know my grandmomma pray for me
I know my grandmomma pray for me
I know my momma she gon' pray for me
I know my momma she gon' pray for me

I ain't goin' back to church
Ever since I seen my dawg inside the casket I been, hurt
I thank God it ain't worse
'Cause we was mad not no niggas had to pay for it
I wanna be here and I told my momma to pray for it
'Cause we was trappin' and baggin' down to make more
And I'ma shoot out the Venus, I know it's miles away
I barely made out the struggle, I came from 'round the way
I, I, pull up in the parkin' lot with the [?]
I just pray to God I will never fall off

You niggas want mine, dead they ass more
If I could met God what could ask for?
If I could see God what would ask for?
Poppin' shit, [?]

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