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or homie rollin' deep we at his home
Car full of thirties, all my niggas geeked, I'm off a hitter
Bout to shoot him off his feet
I'm smelling blood cause I'm

kinda iffy, who crib did I just get in?
No time to think twice, though, I'm grippin' on my rifle
Heard a car pull up, now I'm peepin' through the blinds,

by the door
30 in the clip, on the tip, 12 more
Black clip, full and he want one more
This damn pinball and he holla, let him go

Let him go, let him

2-50 drummer glocks
100 off the chop
Any Op
Run up getting popped
Yeah
On the block
Yamahas
2 stroke banshee
Smoking cars
Let em scream
Watch me

Real Killers only makes Salah when a body drop
Heard my nigga talking to them peoples almost broke my heart
I ain't got no cards in this shit I gotta

playing rich 
You niggas be making a whole lot of noise but don't be saying shit 
Hold up nigga I'm surrounded by killers so watch who you playing with

to happen so it's better I drop out school
I gave myself a lot of classes yessir now am good
The only book I gat now is book of rap and Facebook
Every day by

a hundred thou'?
Being broke ain't really it's a mindset, and I'm just tryna figure out how
By the end of this year I can cash out in Newport on a 2.6 million

them trenches
Took me a knee then I stood to them members
I say it's up there it's stuck there we blitz em
Full metal jackets gone bite through Brissel

when that murder talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
Go to war with the city, ain't no fear in us
Talkin' bout what

the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should

could feel myself leaking with a face full of sweat
Could barely catch my breath
Even though I knew I was hanging by a thread
I told the nurse that

see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula

check my account

The fuck we doing man the feds been trying to figure it out 

Me and Gelbinovich we been in this shit

Im far from a killer but far from

*Adlibs*

Izzy 
Look... Aint near nigga snatch a chain or jewel on me yet, ice ice baby on me drippin VVS,
No drive by hop out walk down on em like

Eternal life with no coffin
Make the wrong move imma off him
Close range with the 9 I'm flawless My circle surrounded by bosses
My killers approach em wit

F.B.I.

The Dayton Family

F.B.I.

1996

gettin' tasty
Dead feds in my closet 'cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas car
Pussy hole was addicted to drinking, now

Ugh
Dade lover yeah
No suburbs yeah
Lotta cars lotta buildings
Lotta clutter yeah
Single parent soning niggas no mothers yeah
So all y’all gotta

Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup
Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
Ever

Bustas Can't See Me

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

sit your ass down don't you flinch one inch
Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench
Got a whole live bury full of Smith-N-Wesson

bought bitches bags
Used to hit the titty bar and
Grab ones by the bag
Killers walk me to the cars
I pull off in somethin' fast
Bad bitches staring at me

run they
Mouth like a broad
Or when rappers brag about jewelry with
No house and no car, look
Police lock us by the ankles
Pigs killin' us and niggas

wraith, the interior on some red and white shit (hah)
This for them niggas still eatin' while duckin' Fed indictments
Backwood full of pressure, with

Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march