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It's powerful shit right there
My n*gga
I rather be revered than feared
Surveillance tapes gets shown, a shot, shell slid under his bed
Beef was weird, everybody standing right there
His Nana looked, lost her balance and yelled to the queer
By the end of eleven rounds got aired, me and my n*gga got pound happy
This is just a statement so here
Prince under the tents laughing, he room, born took his phone, Elmo took off
Right then it was on, yeah we ain't care, drag him by the side of the stairs
Took his cross, slapped out three his veneers
He had a watch on, that shit was Pierre's
He died in '89 from an overdose, he jumped off the tier
Mindy from Wendy's was there
Tears in his face, why y'all do 'em?
Yo you know that I know him bro
You got the wrong n*gga, be clear
Now it gon' be a big war
Pig broke his jaw, Rae here
How much he had on him?
250 on him, Blicky on him, L, some sticky on him
Some Fenty glasses on his ear
He should've ran
Frontin' next to Blunt and Blanch
Stuntin' like he's something
Now he cancelled