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Nigga, you can't hear this shit, this shit exclusive
Nigga, get your ass up
Lock myself inside the trap, till I get rich
Lock myself inside the booth, till I come up with another hit
If I ain't on the back of my Glock, you know I won't ever switch
Cuzzo really in his forgien, 4 nem say he pouring 6
I mean, he really in feelings he finna slide he finna drift
Hit ah opp block, off the sib
Fuck around, burn up the crib
Real arson, baby
Pull up on the side of em at the light
Last time they park it baby
Told bro, go to Walmart
Why?
Cause Imma real target baby
Y'all wanna play
OK
I'm in it now
I don't care how that shit started, baby
My little bro put that choppa on his ass
I call him Sada, baby
That chopper go retarded, baby
Left em like, Coach Carter baby
Hattie Jean, I'm aiming at all top
That's how I started, baby
Night, my brother died
I COULDNT FEEL THE SMOKE
Rollin up Back to back, some was wrong, but I ain't know
All in my head, I talk to Moe, want to go back to the go
Went to sleep, I got a call
When I woke up, it was Devo
Ain't go to class, I skipped the whole day
Stayed in the dorm, the smoke, my eyes red
They think I'm high as hell
Nah, I'm thinking about bro
Play it off, soon as they leave the room
Breakdowns, cause I can't cope
It's only a matter of time I blow
Losing friends, fuck all my foes, oh
Locked in with hustlers, though
I'm talm bout real pack moves
Shout out my brothers, though
They watching out for all that movin
Why you mugging, though
Foe nem, get the bugging, though
This bitch get to bussin though
Gave em look, ain't no discussion no
Why you gone
That shit weird
hurt my feelings, you ain't here