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You know exactly what I came for
The scene better when the rain pour
Fuck around and rearrange your
Good girl, she became a whore
Hood girl and her name you saw
My man's sister and he went up north
They gave him letters when he went to court
Got beat up then he switched to sport
I speed up like I'm in a Porsche
My feet up, I was in my thoughts
I heat up, you turn to a corpse
Survival of the fittest
For my name, God is my witness
I'm glide like physics
Shorty chew me like gizzards
I brought the toolie, it's a blizzard
I'm scared, Lord, it'll miss ya
You don't need it, don't you?
First body haunt you
Homicide want you
Who else to run to?
I'm a young son's dude
This is sunburn, this is something new
This is sucker proof, you a substitute
I'm fully loaded, I feel like you bogus
I'm feeling like the coldest, this feel like COVID
Shit real in my city, boy, you better tote it
Make a movie or life shit, episode it
Putting up numbers, niggas missing summers
On my nickels fresh as fuck, I could drip a puddle
Scraping up the pot, tryna really buckle
Now all my karma catching up, don't know who really fucked me
Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle
The way your family set you up, tell me who really love you
On that Ricky Rozay 'cause every day I hustle
And ain't no telling what's to come because I'm really thugged like
Poured up a three in a Tahitian, lost two of my creatures
In the last couple days, the family been grieving
They took one of my closest niggas, put two in his dome
The third time I went to jail was with Pooka and Jerome
They sent my nigga Pooka upstate, did a deuce for the chrome
Seen my nigga Rome laid out in the funeral home
From one bullet to the neck, left his two kids behind
He killed three, four niggas and never did no time
The last three people he robbed, two of 'em pressed charges
One of 'em died, they had a shootout in a red Charger
Two weeks ago, I seen the car window with spiderweb
Burnt up in a field with three bullet holes in the driver's side
Two days ago, nephew got questioned by the homicide
They looking for him and his older brother on his mama's side
You know the one don't talk a lot but be doing the most
Don't ever post them guns up but keep two in the tote
The four pound was a stick, I'm in your town then I skip
Solo, Greyhound, you never did that shit
High fives at the licks, I'm in the crib after six
Was in the hood kissing babies and taking flicks
It's Charlie Pope, I'm fully woke
Fully had a scope, I'm the best against the ropes
She felt my vibe then I hit her throat
I probably hit your coat
Was in the field, young nigga, streets was the coach
Putting up numbers, niggas missing summers
On my nickels fresh as fuck, I could drip a puddle
Scraping up the pot, tryna really buckle
Now all my karma catching up, don't know who really fucked me
Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle
The way your family set you up, tell me who really love you
On that Ricky Rozay 'cause every day I hustle
And ain't no telling what's to come because I'm really thugged like