Dreams
Keystone
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I swear to god, boy this shit.. boy this life shit been eating at a nigga (Keystone) I had Lamborghini dreams sleeping in that Honda, I invested 50 thousand into cars and choppas, She a freak inside my sheets on IG she a model, Me and kojack been locked in ever since we were toddlers. He tryna lock in with the 6 because we got them bodies, Cause we got motion we can show you how to make a dollar, We stacking lil algebra Bitch I been a problem, B.T.A belt to add like I'm these niggas fathers. I can't sleep them demons on me, 30 popper I'm forever rolling, Phone call just from magnolia, I'm in the field just like a solider: Never snitch or rolling over, diss the dead we over smoke 'em, We the ones got all the bodies and we the ones got all the motion. In my city the police racist; plus I'm under investigation, Plus my own brother hating, I'm a 6 block big voodoo baby, Cant love you bae I love the streets, They having thoughts 'bout killing me, I know the street niggas feeling me, This gods plan no ending me. Every L I took I shook back, Stunt called yelling 4 stacks , In my pockets my hundreds blue my big brudda he rolled that, Don't trust shit they won't ride, my heart broke cuz Rodk died, 100 thousand on my head got me thinking bout suicide. I got em ducking shells in Tallahassee, sending hits from Calabasas, We the ones putting belt to asses, doa shit getting tragic, I swear I don't trust nobody, me and my gun when I'm in traffic: 10 thousand dollar fit on I'll shoot this bitch up wearing fashion. B.T.A we bout action, shoot outs nigga pistol clapping, mask on like Pooh shiesty, gloves on like Michael Jackson. Extortion gang we do the taxing, I pray every opp get a casket, Drop 40 thousand on 2 opps that's a dub a piece do the mathematics. I was broke they laughed at me, now I'm rich they all asking. I don't trust my blood brother this street shit get back stabbing, Pray to god but it's not working, try to ease pain I pop perkys, Stressed out bout ray curry this street shit will do you dirty. Been through everywhere in my city; these niggas not fucking with me, He just disses on instagram these rap niggas be really bitches, Your favourite rapper he really snitching, Made a 100 thousand just in the kitchen, Call fetty Kay he going fishing, Put him in the air just like a pigeon. Your dawg died you steady dissing, get kidnapped he steady missing, I was raised up thugging in the trenches. Niggas really hoes niggas really bitches, Niggas really sweet niggas really soft, I'll get that call and knock your brother off, Kill the biggest opp get a hunnid ball. You ain't 6 block then f*ck em all nigga, You ain't 6 block then f*ck em all. With my back against the wall, I can't believe he told it all, I cant Believe he told it all. Is you really gon die for me? Know niggas gon tell and I know some niggas gon ride for me, Know niggas hopped on that stand told that nigga lie for me, Right now he doing 5 for me. He doing time for me. Damn, 6 nigga. (Keystone) Goat, Goat, Goat!
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