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and we rollin' he don't gotta know[01:21.72]I gotta mentioned how he love her but he like a brother to her[01:24.57]He gotta get another southern lady,
One night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends
Somebody who
mama what she want when we get on she
Gon' get a mansion and landscape full of palm trees
I ask my brother how he feel about a SRT
He say he rather blow
still can't escape now,
Law ran in, back in the A town,
And all I'm worth is all that ain't found,
My brother in Denver used to do a lil dirt,
c-C-CorMill
Now she won't pick up the phone
I’m tripping can't even walk
I did and he ain't talk
I can't even trust a nigga
Can't leave the house without my
to got me losing blessings
GOD said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)
But in it to pick and sellin the spur
From under my feet,
think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga, don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 Crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
my dog inside of the field (yeah), he was really eight trainin'
No dollar bill could make me switch up, I ain't never tradin'
Just keep it thrill,
Yeah yeah
This one for my niggahs
This one for my niggahs
Mmmm
They caught my brodie at his crib why he ain't have his pistol with'm
We spinning
it, for his brother he DID IT
So you gotta admit it
This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
WHY? Because he started from zero
In this battle he
real situation what would u do
That Nigga that told he ain't leave you no option now he expect you to choose
He just like a bitch prolly raised by bitch
he moving like a rat you better stuff him
Cause these lil new niggas is different they got money too just ain't got no soul
So I'm dishing out my money
leads a different toll
I say my prayers to the holy lord
Hoping that he's hearing and he ain't getting bored
Of the same ol hopes that I keep wishing for
with green shells, man, he think he Donatello
He live by sword, you die by sword, he said this ain't no Zelda
I cut back on the weed and pills, I feel so
the president
What's in my pockets? Dead presidents
Bitch, it's Young Millie and Jetta, man
They like it's them again
No we ain't heaven-sent
Don't care what he
lifespan
My brother, you should just give it a rest like cardiac
I stay vigilant by memorizin' reg plates
Alert my brothers if the feds are on the estate
know that dank on me heavy
Pull all my weight like a levy
Don't come for my shooter he keep that bitch steady
Yeah damn
Popped like confetti
Picked up
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
your pal
My brothers comin' up to me sayin', "yo, he ain't true blue
Afrika, Afrika, he's biting off of you
He's tryin' to get over, so watch your
Treat you like a bady, hold you by the hand
I give you a yard, you try to take a mile
You're grinnin' in my face, callin' me your pal
My brothers comin'
in charge, that's all it be about
No doubt, oh yeah, listen to this here
If he got my back then whom shall I fear
Forgive, forget, the tears
on the opp then we crash it
And bro got the smoke, he a hazard
Got smoke, blow smoke out the cannon
Never leave my brothers
Can't let anything slide
ANV for my
dancing all over the place
Out of the corner of my eye she said why don't you come and give it a try
Get on the floor, just kick off your shoes
You ain't
sins
Had to bring in my brothers and cut off my friends
He mad bout his girl but she fuck wit the kid
I can take me a seat, bet they still ain't gon' win
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