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They say 

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
Where I can pile up my chips
And n****s call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolecsent
I sense someone's tapping into my phones why do
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon
The F.B.I might be tryin' to pull my file soon
I
f*** my wife I'm tryna run and save my motherf***in' life 
Oh s*** the shoot is comin' 
B****es, hoes n*****s is runnin' 
People shot all over
I sense someone's tapping into my phones why do
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon
The F.B.I might be tryin' to pull my file soon
I
I was in a van
A cold day in January stopped sliding by
They wanted to know
"where ya from? where ya heading?"
Just everything I knew which was
[Juvenile]
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this b****, get right
F*** what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin'
when it's time to flip

You only flippin' when you hit by a gun of mines
You broke and you want to shine, you in a dollar van
I'm in a oh-five G-55
Let's put the crown where it's at
10 years
Never been done this real by nobody

To my seed, May I lead you into no greed or evil
In the categories
never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five

Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our b****es in the club
the beat, baby came to get with it

I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time
coupe you bitch
Play boy

(Chorus)

{Mannie Fresh}
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F
the beat, baby came to get with it

I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time
Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans
A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers
Listen, it's grown
throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know

[Oschino]
We all started innocent
Eating Reese's Pieces
I was young, then wearing 5
Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses
Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses
Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace
Bang bullets by
from that North, N-A-W-F
North Atlanta, we for real

Eighty five north of Atlanta, home of the Gwinnett County Braves
Out-of-towners looking out