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Oh, every woman got one
Oh, shut it down when the time comes
Oh, so pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Christ, you see the birds flying by
I see the clouds are covered in black Better be watching how you act
Cause we know Jesus coming back
Rain, rain, don't
I was talking to my brother the other day right
And he ask me like
You just came home how you get back in your bag so quick
I'm like you know
Ain't
momma
You don't wanna rumble
Jay Rock I'll put you under
(You wanna act tough
Let me see if you really hard
When this gun busts
Oh you say you want war,
betrayed by everyone
No one got my back, I'm a damned one
No love for someone like me
Always trapped, never free
Still tryin' to make it in this buiz
Even
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back,
been hit, I ask a nigga what he changed for (brrah)
I done seen my homie die right in front of me with his gun drawn
I'm fighting the ten murders
I
the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's
Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
bracelet
Half of a chicken
I gave that shit to my bitch
Vacation
Plug just called
I'm bout to take me a trip
Put a 4 in a ginger ale
I'm feeling that shit
the sticks
They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six
Then walk away with a clean slate, catch me out in A.C.
Calling yo' bluff with Puff eating
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
and a mask
Hop out of line then we hop on ya ass
We left his face in the ground, in the grass
Ion even remember much cuz it was fast
Won't even tell a lie spit
This is not beef, this is rap, homie
I don't have a scratch on me,
Ya feel Jay's soft, ya rip Jay off,
Damn, I'm only worth over a hundred million,
Look,
the ground
Hustle harder until secret indictment time came around
And you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour
the ground
Hustle harder until secret indictment time came around
And you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour
like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
playin' games
Ooh, baby, why you playin' games wit me
Late night ride in the coupe, it's tinted I step with my brother, we standin' on business
We standin'
to get up one
I remember cold nights working the PM til the sun up
In the VIP section begging bro to put his gun up
He say boy you must not know how these
put the ice in rice for the 'caine
Me and Santan, you won't see nothin' like this again
That's my young boys again, on the glide with the flame
I
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
the Greyhound
You don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid round
Bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground
We got a hundred
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