Fugazi (feat. DrummaboySean)

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It's a storm in the streets so you gotta keep a heater 
I took another breath so I thank the lord Jesus 
All this  bread so heavy I keep bag on me 
Couples niggas envy turned bad on me 
Shit
I need wrap it make sure Throw it in a trunk 
Ima keep it on me nigga I ain't never been punk  
So I noticed they turned into gold plated 
I was out in them streets was
Cold waiten 
Bet my life gon finish as a legend 
If I die I'm a die with my weapon
Cus Who gon really ride 4 youu nigga a lesson 
So I'm ridin solo in a stolo 
You don't wanna f*ck with me nigga so long 
So I'm on patron nigga yeah I'm so on
Cus you ain't hada flip a p just to make a move 
You ain't wit you crew so whatcha finna do
Now I'm on that boss shit 
Heavys ps like it's cross fit 
I didn't need your deal so I fucked around toss it 
If you ain't about that cheese nigga you better stay on yo feet 

Bad bitch keep sayin I'm on 
I ain't pop pill nigga but I sware im  gone 
I done helped a couple niggas but they still did wrong 
Now they see coming up they tryin hop on song 
I ain't need feature nigga I done starve on own
Where was y'all niggas I didn't have a home 
It was Straight to mail when I called y'all niggas phone 

I don't need Robbin jeans (nigga)
Everywhere go I'm so clean (wit it)
30 on G and the beam (nigga)
Four a ounce so it can me lean (wit it) 
I'm from the bay yadda yadda mean 
You ain't been through seen what I seen 
Coped the German rt out the streets 
F*ck a coupe need room for my team 

Real niggas reconize real 
And we don't know u 
And ima carry my hammer like im pose to
And I'm just flexin on niggas went to my old school 
Always leave that shit to the birds but they get sold too

Yea 
You ain't safe anymore 
You think this shit a game We ain't gone play anymore 
Find where u resside I can't even wait anymore 
I swear when my niggas catch u y'all gone hate me some more
I stay tucked like blue do wit his paws 
I make her head go up down like she do when she nod
Got her workin 9-5 Issa full time job 
She been hustlin all day She need a 2 minute pause 

Ain't no question no stressin but boy I'm about mine 
I heard u niggas bustin ya straps boy it's about time 
Grab a 40 sit back and watch me count mine  
No bands offa ditch I'm wasting my damn time 
F*ck the bitch then I'm sending her back to Shang hai 
Flip his whip wit them goons and they throw in Gang signs 
3 hoes and I'm feedin em all the same lies 
Game winner I'm uppin scores when the game tied 

Bad bitch keep sayin I'm on 
I ain't pop pill nigga but I sware im  gone 
I done helped a couple niggas but they still did wrong 
Now they see coming up they tryin hop on song 
I ain't need feature nigga I done starve on own
Where was y'all niggas I didn't have a home 
It was Straight to mail when I called y'all niggas phone 

I don't need Robbin jeans (nigga)
Everywhere go I'm so clean (wit it)
30 on G and the beam (nigga)
Four a ounce so it can me lean (wit it) 
I'm from the bay yadda yadda mean 
You ain't been through seen what I seen 
Coped the German rt out the streets 
F*ck a coupe need room for my team

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