Thoughts To Myself

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50boyHeart

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Might take your bitch straight to the bricks
Before she leave, she throw that 50 up

Ayy, ride around with my lil' grave, digga
He tryna put shit up
I told him, chill, he grab his mask
I know that he don't give no f*ck

Catch that boy, he by himself
He outta bounds, he outta luck
Yeah, all my opps, they broke as hell
For real, they need to run it up

Yeah, gang, for real, they need to run it up
All my opps, they broke as hell
For real, they need to run it up
Presidential shit, we smoke a nigga like Obama Runtz

Gang, 50 boys, we have motion
Nigga, you can't f*ck with us
Ayy, nigga, try to up on fire on me
He turn to ash dust

Ayy, nigga, say he up
But can't even show a fuckin' band
Ayy, that's a fuckin' shame
Ain't no lil' heart, don't f*ck with no damn lame

I might just take off like a rocket
How I walk around with that flame
Shoot my shot just like I'm damned
Boy, you think this shit a game

Man, every time some shit go down
They say lil' heart, the one to blame
They shot that blitz so goddamn far
He ain't see my face, but he know my name

Ayy, east side, bitch, that's my gang
I made a vow that I won't change
Them 50 boys up in this bitch
We come through takin' all y'all plays

Got one foot in and one foot out
The trap get hot, we post that jay's
Man free my gang up out that cell
Some niggas locked down, they countin' they days

Free Dios

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