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(Suede, this my shit)
Diamonds they shinin' inside of my mouth, I smile I blind ya
I come from the Nawf with them niggas who 'bout it
You play? They gon' pop ya
Police try to hang us like pinatas
Everything up, ain't no average party with models

Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon' rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas
And I'm so fly, you think I flew, we gon' pop out
I go to talkin' like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah

Oh my Dredren, them pussy boys don't want it, waa gwaan (What up?)
You pussy boy, ya' bomboclaat, inform it, where? We pop one
Oh, I'm a real Don Dada, that .40 mop sum
I killed every nigga that ever played, except one, the bitch could run
Shoot and slump him from the car (Ba, Ba, ba)
Ain't got nobody to say sorry to but my God
And bitch I'm still that same nigga in a cop car (Ayy, 4KTrey)
In central booking, screamin' out “I came thru' swervin' nigga, put me in my cell with my bond”
That dope was soft, I made it hard, nigga, ask Von
And I won't never see my nigga again 'till im 41
I'm thanking God
Was playing bumper cars with both of my sons
Toys from Walmart, Draco hollerin' Hulk Smash, you know he dumb, lets go
I visit Grandma grave for to, let go of my pain
None of my boys grew up in the house with me, after all, I do feel shame
AI my name
After everything, God know I won't be a maid
My baby mamas, they play games, they lucky I can't buss they brains
And that's on Dump nigga, ‘cause ain't no love in my heart
All this shit a make another nigga fold, but I ain't change from the start
I could hit the bitch from up the street, you know I'm accurate with darts
War wounds in my head and even my feet
Put your life inside, ain't no court (Rest in peace ???)

Ann archana, ala mishkila
And I'm stuck up in alarm, all day I'm dreamin'
Got mob idols in my head, thinkin' like a demon
If the pussy bitch ain't dead, that mean I ain't seen him
I'ma let him talk to God, I go far, this ain't no façade
Don't tell Draco, Kamari, or Kacey no stories with me and war
‘Cause daddy gotta talk to the Man above who control all our hearts
And daddy been sufferin' from all his pain, but he remain a star
I ain't gotta talk about the money that I'ma leave, but it's a lot
It's sum like playin' stack and growing cities is somewhere to make a spot
I'm just talkin' from the heart, you can excuse me now
And when I'm gone, just know I ain't gone
I'm on side you slime

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