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blind and I see
Blood through these Ray Bands (4 real)
Bodies on pavements
Look what I made man, a mafia
Hittaz that'll cave a ngga face in
No

seen a hunnid bands 
When I put a gun to my head act like I'm wiping my nose 
That mean I'm ready to kill a n**** and smell a n**** that told
These

or switchin' up
This is Amiri for the denim Two bands for my jeans
Niggas actin' like they tough But never really in the streets
I got blood all on my hundreds I

Come with the plays then
I get them by the dozen
I got ten more k’s in
You think I’m playing
Fuck it
Let me say that I’m playing then
Caveman bust a band

Show me that you real baby show me to the bread
Ben Franklin that's my potna' that's my motha' fuckin' friend
Post a few p's grab my keys to the crib
I

worry bout my Health yeah
I smoke when I'm high still I think I need my help yeah
And I got that old blood my grandma from the O-block yeah
Bitch I am lil

it's blood, it's tears
There are no shortcuts to success
Stop thinking there are and stop wanting people to put you somewhere that you didn't earn
Yeah

Money in your life
You ain't never touched no real paper, pussy
Where we at? What else?
Uh

You ain't seen money in your life
(You never ran that bag

I'm gone take it
Ned Stark
Flickers of opposition snuffed out, it's gon' get real dark
Crush em like the mountain, blood so bright and red
Wetting

thumbing through em
Need a few bands for my mamas new one 
Got enough strikes to strike out the Bruins
How does it feel to wake up and just know that you got

ain't for free
Money been running through my veins, I think that my blood is green
All of these boys is so lame
They wishing they could be a part of my

millions in rapping 
Got two incomes I ain’t taking no lost
Get ah nigga touched by making ah call 
Blood sweat and tears give this shit my all 
Ain’t no

don't need a crowd of niggas
You see the coupe off white claim chowder nigga
I made a hundred bands off of that Powder nigga

Johny Dang, I'm iced out (Pah, bling, bling)
Uh (Bling) Momma told me "Cezar, keep that gun out" (Krr-pow-pow-pow-pow bitch)
I need four-five bands

mama praying
That we never lack in bands
And yeah I took a chance
Now we thank god in advance
Now we thank god in advance
Where's the love
When you ain't

never heard of it real might as well be a gang everybody claIm it
Like a fucking set niggas like that don't get no respect
You fold under pressure

That's why I kick it by myself I don't really feel niggas
Boss nigga 'bout to pull up in a lamb truck
Said fuck a friend I had to go and run my bands up

Murder 
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs

New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing

Shot a pussy nigga in his chest, now he leaking blood
I be smoking woods back to back, don't ask to hit
I like violence shit little bitch, you know that

today that you might end up laughing
Could say anything you want and nothing happens
I'm in my own zone
Finna hustlin' in my crib bitch
Sweat, blood

the things that I do
You was raised by them killers well me too
We could keep this shit classy or take it up to the roof
I don't really know these niggas who

'cause we gettin' money
We tucked off with bands in a mansion
I can't trust my friends and it hurt
These the same niggas that I did dirt with
No, these

Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr)
I got nice, practice

the block
Handcuffed by the cops
Now we all in
Two brothers and my pops
Mom kickin' it with God
That's his plan understand
Now we all in
Doin' somethin' that