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Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me
Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy
And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy
On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon

In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR
I was poppin' a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger
I know the opps was sendin' them shots, but n***a, your aim off
They turned me to a lil' savage, n***a, I blame y'all
You know I grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off
All of my lil' n***as slide, and boy, you in danger
She give me top while I'm driving, I'm in a ranger
Most of these b*t*hes be actin', they showing fake love
Shut up, n***a, listen, I paint vivid pictures
n***as looking at me different, I can feel attention
We was like fifteen totin' blicks and gettin' suspended
Way too focused on gettin' this money, b*t*h, I'm out here gettin' it

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