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I done seen a lot of shit Niggas hatin so we spin in wit a lot of blicks I hop out with the hottest kicks I hop out with all kind a fits She asked me to hit it raw I had to show her what a condom is My brother takin mug shots now he take all kinds flicks I copped a Richard mill jus to show em all what time it is I’m runnin down wit rugers boy Not scared to go and shoot a boy I gotta keep a tool lil boy My chain is like a pool lil boy 20,000 for the piece And it’s crazy u can’t even buy these shoes lil boy U ain’t the same nigga in the streets that snap chattin all them lil tools lil boy U told me you know killas guess what I know killas to I don’t care if u a hitta guess what I done hit a few Got my weight up got my paper up I never ever lose A lot of niggas want me dead and now they dead I got confused Imma ball player even in the streets a shooter shoot A receiver imma bag em body bag em then salute Imma real nigga I ain’t ever cappin for no views Imma cook em up If u so official why u shookin up Don’t get booked up Before we leave tell homie that we pull in up O I see U think u tough because u gotta gun I bet u imma shoot the blick first I bet u gonna run I know imma young nigga either way I’ll leave em slumped They think imma dumb nigga Money gonna show what’s up They think a nigga bluffin till I show em what I buss O u wanna learn that street shit Give me all ya money then get greased kik Hit a couple houses for some money that’s where leek live I don’t sneak diss I make it clear bout who I beef wit I joke around in school but In the field I run this breesh kik I do it on my own I don’t really give a fuck bout who u be wit
The pain hurt since my dog gone They really did my dog wrong Other than Allah its myself that I fall on My kids always need something Every other week we yelling someone Cant thinking it won't I bet it be something You ain't just fake ya whole team bluffing Move wrong and get rolled in a blunt Turn to ashes and get smoked in a blunt My rasta said dee you smoking too much
BAR FOR BAR styled VERSE 🎶 I was out of a LINE once that's cuz I $N0®+ed my last one. Sometimes I need to BUSTA RHYME Like I got DREADLOCKS down my spine. MOTIVATE and HUSTLE on my mind. Stole that from NIPSEY made it mine. BAM! I'ma SKATER live to GRIND. A ROCKSTAR NIRVANA NEVERMIND. This Beats the bomb stepped off landmines. 🎶 .•° 2 B kontinued
