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I don't trip, I just even out the pros and the cons If he slip, he'll end up with a hole in his mind
Why you drivin' fishbowl? You exposing the ride Yeah, my bitch call her Bonnie, keep a  gun like I'm Clyde
I don't show love, would you do the same shit for me? I done took so many pills, might just die in my sleep
Brody passin' out shots, like he caught a disease They gave my dog fifteen, cause he didn't take the plea

Everybody in the mix, till you end up in the picture Always tryna bring up favors, well, bitch, I don't remember
You a pussy in my eyes, need to get some kitty litter Now he on a shit bag, shot him all in his liver
You ain't ready for this issue, hang it up and go hide Spin the striker one time, don't sell that bitch, I want mine
Catch a burger outside, the shell big as french fries Hoes treat me like a prince, think I f*ck with mob ties

He was swearin' that he real, but was fake the whole time So many murders in the street, get his body outlined
Send a bitch about her day, don't pull over, just drive Everywhere I go, I keep a heat on me, Chris Bosh
I don't trip, I just even out the pros and the cons If he slip, you'll end up with a hole in your mind
Why you drivin' fishbowl? You exposing the ride Yeah, my bitch call her Bonnie, keep a gun like I'm Clyde

See you workin' with them people, you apply for a job He was smilin' bright when his homie died, then he cried
Call my bitch Bonnie, know I'm with this shit like I'm Clyde And the hoe got sweet pussy, got me feelin' like I'm Plies
I got sounds in my head, but this shit not music You know I'ma take a risk, even though this shit foolish
Mad as hell to pigs, caught us, took a 5-7 Ruger Think too much about Fully, you'll end up with a tumor

You is not locked in if you don't know the handshake We up on the score board, brody yellin' checkmate
Get a fiend some food, I just call this shit a test taste They be quick to tell on somethin', what it is, a rat race
I ain't talkin' Lil' Poppa, grew up as a wild child So much smoke in the air in my vision, seein' dark clouds
A to Z, been through it all, I think I deserve a crown If he burn the bridge, I'ma ball on him like I'm Miles

I don't trip, I just even out the pros and the cons Put my other gun in her purse as soon as she arrive
All the bullshit you talkin', I don't answer, I decline Feel like Godfather when I tell a Opp I'm still alive
Ain't alive to get no money, know his family devastated Brody said he low-key, cause he gettin' investigated
I know it's a dirty game, but don't never get to play it

Off the drink, I'm slow motion, like they put me in a Matrix
I don't trip, I just even out the pros and the cons If he slip, you'll end up with a hole in your mind
Why you drivin' fishbowl? You exposing the ride Yeah, my bitch call her Bonnie, keep a  gun like I'm Clyde

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