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From all these wars that I've been in, can't get killed bout no bitch, but if it's smoke a nigga won't, then I'ma bring a zip, plus I maneuver swift, like Taylor kin to me, the East my 10-20, bitch you been getting money, when I say four, I mean Marques, so you know it's real
Cause I don't merch, I get shit hurt, my niggas known to drill, my homies dead cause they was out here in this shit young, bitch I survived I almost cried, seeing co kill son, nigga Mike that was my nigga, used to love my flow, remember Nippy put me on with my first O, I fucked the money up, but that was lesson learned, bullets make chests burn, you bout to get your turn, patchy time, you know what that clapping bout, shorty c I can't believe they took the captain out
Plus niggas kill Ricky, my brother still miss him, seeing fatty in that casket kinda still hit me, I got niggas up in heaven I need still with me, I keep steel with me, shit be real iffy, but even if I don't sleep they can still get me
Damn near a OG in this shit on fournem Grave, all I do is press a button, call up Rell hit get yo ass shells, yeah damn they'll take yo muffet, niggas bitches always diss, all the time niggas ain't know nothing, to this pipe, fournem grave you ain't even get back for yo cousin, nigga, but we be spinning, tryna step on bones, niggas always talking bout on and on and dissing them songs, fourth and Pop out on this bop for real, we tryna get it on, I want a new Cali pack on fournem grave, I call LA my home, nigga, but I be spinning, they know how I'm coming
Long live Bruce, we come down yo street and damn they'll drop a hunnid, niggas bluffing, like they out here sliding, niggas ain't know nothing, niggas dying, we come through new branches like a fucking concussion, niggas mad, I rolled up yo homie, put him in a Russian, fourth and Pop out on this bop for real, the opps don't be on nothing, they call my phone, they tough but they be frontin, coming through they block it, let off shots and niggas get to running
Ayy, man, fuck them niggas, get that low, we go suit up, not like them other niggas, Late night spin, just me and my twin, don't fuck with other niggas, Say he got hit with two, three gins, just like that other nigga, Hit smoke with my cousin, nigga, Back to back, I smacked up in that Lack, was on that time today, I get high, start thinking bout them times I was outside with Zay, I be fry up, constantly getting high, like, who gon' drive today, His eyes from my side, I hope they dash me on the nine today, Save me, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way