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Earn My Stripes
by Big Activist
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Man I feel haunted the demons keep playin wit me
I close my eyes I pray the lord my soul to keep
Imma keep hustling blue hunnids they fill my jeans
This ak I'm bussin if these pussies keep playin wit me
I need me a Russian fill the backwood wit cookies
I feel like a vet keep Earning my stripes in these streets
Just hit a stain turned his white shirt to burgundy
And I just ran off on the plug I had to play for keeps
You know I always keep my steel my youngins pull up and they wanna drill
I popped the oops and perc got me in my feels
My closest homie backdoored I never thought that he would steal
That's why I can't trust a soul they claim to be your bro's but you don't really even know
Can't go out sad about no nigga or a hoe
I'm always clutchin on my 40 only the lord knows
I keep grinding to the top
Speeding off in a scat it's too hard for me to stop
I'm amari'd down from my shades belts to the socks
Bitch start telling people we fuckin and you blocked
I'm the freshest on the scene you can ask anyone I'm the realest on my team
Just spent 10 bands to put diamonds in my teeth and rings
The last nigga who played wit me it was a murder scene
I'm about to go ghost pours 4 in my liter hoping it don't over flow
Man I feel haunted the demons keep playin wit me
I close my eyes I pray the lord my soul to keep
Imma keep hustling blue hunnids they fill my jeans
This ak I'm bussin if these pussies keep playin wit me
I need me a Russian fill the backwood wit cookies
I feel like a vet keep Earning my stripes in these streets
Just hit a stain turned his white shirt to burgundy
And I just ran off on the plug I had to play for keeps
You know I always keep my steel my youngins pull up and they wanna drill
I popped the oops and perc got me in my feels
My closest homie backdoored I never thought that he would steal
That's why I can't trust a soul they claim to be your bro's but you don't really even know
Can't go out sad about no nigga or a hoe
I'm always clutchin on my 40 only the lord knows
I keep grinding to the top
Speeding off in a scat it's too hard for me to stop
I'm amari'd down from my shades belts to the socks
Bitch start telling people we fuckin and you blocked
I'm the freshest on the scene you can ask anyone I'm the realest on my team
Just spent 10 bands to put diamonds in my teeth and rings
The last nigga who played wit me it was a murder scene
I'm about to go ghost pours 4 in my liter hoping it don't over flow
