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to the jaw
Gun was knocked to the ground before he got to draw
The brother saw the pistol thinking "fuck the law
This is my world Imma do whatever I want
I
Now I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim.
I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it.
Fifty-four and a big
and met my brother Russell and asked for my number and when he called I knew it was bad, like the worst thing in the world, but man there's a set up to be
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
ain't get no money
Man, I got rank by a dozen
These niggas ask my auntie
Remember them days I was hungry
Now I gotta ask my mama for nothing
I ain't even
It was me who led Ghisolabella to the marquis
Out of greed I let him do her anything he wanted to
Before we leave look at that mighty one
Who does
Hating from the bleachers, now I make more than my teachers, so I
Pass it
Throw it to my bro for the assist, he finna catch it
I'm with all my niggas
While you suck on this dee
I can do a trick make you
Bust in your Jeans
I'm a freaking nigga like my
Name was gucci
Baby spread them cheeks
And let me go
niggas won't sway a fly
Like Ain't it crazy
The nigga that try my brother
Now he not alive
I seen gangsta niggas tell before
But I was not surprised
Two
god)
He was lackin' by the ops, I can't believe that they next'd him (yuh)
I was standing by the ops, I had 30 in my weapon (flah)
I was standing by
that I never quit
And Brodie made sure I was always straight
He made sure that I learned from his mistakes
Keep my brothers by side, they aint leaving me
peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
I ain't sell my soul
I ain't sell my soul
My brother quit cooking up crack but haven't sold the stove
Might have to autograph that bitch before he
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
don't touch paper
I might shoot a play and take my bitch to lunch later
By time I hang it up I'll be the GOAT like that one laker
RIP Kobe but brodie I'm
Trapping at 13, it changed my life when I jumped in these streets
When I turned 14, seen my brother bussing down the P, I was just 15 when I said
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
there brother
Turn it down
Just a smidge
Bet listen
For my lord I go Peter or Simon
The same in the Minding
You hear what im chiming again
Joshua pray
Me and my brother was down close to the depot
When I heard the report of a pistol
I hollered, "I wonder what was that!"
He run out and come back
the crown
Wild hundreds south side
Yeah that's how we get down!
I kept my soul like a real brother
Holding it down
And I speak on what I know brothers holding
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
can't stay too long
This last year's been the worst of my life
And leaving you was my biggest mistake
Kyle hurts me, Shiro he hits me
I'm scared Kyla
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
on
That turned my heart too cold
Too busy tryna get rich give a fuck about what you on
Tryna make ends meet
Ain’t wit me against me
I was broke looking out
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