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pistol shootin' 762 (On gang)
Them broke ass guns
Do them bitches even shoot? (I swear)
Sippin' on Lil Leeke
Know we drop 'em by the deuce (Leeke)
You ass

eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage

confidence goin' forever show
Left hand outside of the window throwing deuces
Stealth mode so elusive, kept my feelings bottled up
But now they on the track

Fascinated by some of the things you send back
Theses gotdamn excuses
But even if its all bad
Fuck it
We gone turn it up
All caps
I don't need no more excuses

2Three
2Three
I go go like gadget
Y'all don't want none of this static
You getting shot by the matics
You get divided, subtracted
I'm not talking

Different color strains looking like there's Tie-Die in it
My youngin said don't pull a drive by in it
Cause he'll shoot a rapper Bentley up like CyHi in
I be

fault
Shit I was raised in the fucking dark
Shit I was raised by the fucking sharks
It wasn't easy it was fucking hard
No cap
I got a heart and its black

that I'm a P
You said that you want it
I got it, come get it
2 hit it 2 times
no way you 4get it
Go head, ride it slow
If i drive, I get reckless
Deuce

overthinking in my thoughts I'm still confused on how you change
I come from that block, they by the corner serving fiens
Gotta make it out the trap

man
I don’t stress it I just keep it for the fam
Jackson 5 now watch these bands stand (Ou)
I’m the shit yea I’m the deuce
Been surrounded by this fake

Aww shit
Yep, up top, yeah
All praise to the most high
And all praise to myself ho
Number one fan of my own shit
Knew I was the best when ain't

Do That There

Yung Berg

Promo Only: Urban Club (May 2008)

on the T.V
I chunk them off the deuces
And I tell 'em just be easy
I'm stuntin' when you see me
The money's all around me
And if I ain't rollin'
Then I'm

loud and hard
Your hands up in surrender
Deep like a naval off the sun
Now it's rather awkward because it hit me
Why I hit the deuces
And what was

Gone be ok
Make phone
Calls see
What's up
For the day
Then I
Bounced back
Getting back
To the money
But shit
Really is funny
How I
Got to get
This job

agenda
Breathing loud and hard
Your hands up in surrender
Deep like a naval off the sun
Now it′s rather awkward because it hit me
Why I hit the deuces

a niggas bitch
Woke up and it was real as shit
I was so broke and I needed it desperately
Cooked it up by myself I had no recipe
Wanted a baddie When hoez

this shit by any means, I take deuces!
The grind is callin' like Hello, I used to get it in Seattle
I can't trust these hoes, hell no!  My landlord wanna

if this shit start
Was in the dirt chasin' pay i chose to break apart
Kinda funny how they movin'
They be running I'm just chuckin' up the deuces
Kinda

there be a response, let’s debate
back up give me space
backstage don’t look at my face
I got here all by the grace
keep my shit tucked and my shoes laced

that coupe on em
No ceiling boy put a roof on em
I slide up and chuck the deuce on em
Or I hop out and go loose on em

I’m tony Montana, I’m tony Tony

for the ride
All them nights I dont sleep with you I'm still by your side
So on your next trip across the world
I'll be there to hold your hand whose

Y'all out here kickin' it with the opps, but say we clickin' up
Ayy, I ain't goin' for nothin', I'm keepin' the pole, ain't runnin' from nothin'
I click

my heart cold like the Chi
Windy City man you niggas don’t feel me
Maybe you will by the time I hit 50
Get rich or die trying like 50
Roll up three dub

I’m dicing up syllables slick with the cuts

CHORUS
we are not the same we are different 
looking all around and I’m by myself 
my career will never be