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I can feel it in my heart, you probably see it in my eyes
Real niggas shit, sendin' out the vibes Real trap shit, taxin' niggas, do it all the
time Forty on me now, ha ha ha
You surprised? The most high With me, wea hate for you to die

Once that tension get bigger, know yo niggas switchin' sides
Ain't no money on your books if you gotta do some time
It's a glizzy on your hip, three of ten, you gon' die
And I'm one of the three on the gang, I'm not lyin

Whole squad full of shooters, put me in the top five
I'm like, Wade, cause the heat's, but I'm Rondo , cause the nine
If I ain't on my phone, then I'm peepin' out the blinds
See shit, peep shit, I be on it all the time

Stay low, grind hard from a seven to a nine
If I did it, you could do it, you just gotta give it time
Lil' dog, don't be foolish, I be tryin' to press rewind
For the times I lost grams and the times I almost died

Rip bro, free twin, gotta say it three times
Rip bro, free twin, gotta say it three times
Rip bro, free twin, gotta say it three times
But I see this shit comin', BMW X9

Better stay up in yo lane or get caught in crossfire
You can ask your main, pops they a say I got fire
That ain't what my mans said on the gang, he not lyin
Cause I stepped on this shit damn near nine or ten times

I don't f*ck with these niggas, can't have it strong like mine
If I run into they pops, then I know they pops mine
Yeah, I did a lil' swipin', it was mainly all grind
All my pops Pokémon I catch em all ,

Call me Red, whole team love winnin
So we all chase bands, we got brothers locked down
So we all hate feds, I been pourin' up the juice
Tryna meet the right man, turn ten into thirty

Gotta do the right dance, in that kitchen hittin' grams
Made him do the stanky leg, he was Mr. Get You Right
You was just a middle man, this shit took a long time
I say a million, hand to hands, watch him play in' his ass

Now he really hittin' grams, in that kitchen turnt
Chemist said he did it for the fam
He was breakin' down rocks, thinkin' R.I.P
Bam, he was finna call his brothers, finna have a gram slam

Ain't no tellin' when you gone, leave that bullshit in the past
This some real pure shit, no soda, no lax
All my niggas A One, y'all the bottom of the bag
Whole squad of real niggas in yo squad it's only half

We some thoroughbred niggas, y'all the soda and the lax
Extra cut ass niggas, so y'all always gettin' taxed
We some fat bag grabbers, so we been gettin' back
You ain't go where I go, so you can't send it back

He only hit it with a one, so he know they feelin' that
All my love and my money, I wish I could get it back
I lost a lot to this shit, nigga, y'all don't know the half
I lost my brother and myself, I don't know how to act

I see demons when Im sleep, I wake up and I be mad
And I know I need some help, it's just hard for me to grasp
I don't wanna sound crazy, so it's hard for me to ask
Back then you was my nigga, I should've left you in the past

Now I'm reminiscing hurtin and tryna get another bag
Whole G sack missin', where the f*ck they do that at
It was only fam around for the ones who thought I lacked
And I keep a heater on me, we are one, we attached

Guaranteed they gon' hit you, see yo soul get detached
If you bust your move first, better know I'm comin' back
It's a seal on this bitch, so I ain't sippin' that
Been doin' this for a minute, get your dusty ass back

Before my nigga take you down, then make you buy back
He ain't negotiating shit, unless you got over half
Used to say, f*ck the world, and put his feelings in his mag
Cause his people did him wrong, and that shit hurt him bad

He ain't know what to do, he was seein' toe tags
Had an angel in his ear, but the devil on his back
Wakin' up, cold sweats, think he havin' heart attacks
He don't know what to do, but the money be the mission

Poppin' jiggers by himself, just to get a lil' rhythm
Then like 30 minutes later, he like, damn, that's a hitter
Had to stop his lil' song, just to go in there and hit her
All these bitches break bad, it's only time before he quit her

But lil' baby wasn't  going , she said, signed , sealed delivered
I'm like, what the f*ck is that? And she said, never ending
I'm lookin' back at my shot, I shot my shot
I ain't miss it, havin' thoughts to myself

Am I wrong or I'm trippin'? All these blunts back to back
I'm just tryin' to numb feelings, you my brother, right or wrong
I'm just wishin' it was different
A lot of love in the start, but I guess I'm at the ending

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