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I Peel out in coupes

Without the roofs

Ma dukes

Said homicide detectives wearing suits

Came asking for truths

I ain't really got nothing to say

Malcolm clutching his K

With his eyes cutting away

Peeping out the blinds

Death around the corner

Peep the signs

Niggas looking funny

Like fake money

And I ain't buying

What they tryna sell

Cappin hard as hell

But he frail

I felt compelled

To do it for niggas off in them cells

All white like it's Yale

Paraphernal on the scale

Don't get stepped on

Bitch ass nigga you know me well

Mind sharp as a nail

The nine spark if he tell

Cuz the game is deep

Niggas send body parts in the mail

And hold him for ransom

The game ugly

Dat boi Vic handsome

I son a rapper

Like my only grandson

Went from a Chevy

To a fuckin phantom

I'm getting money

That's the fuckin anthem

Got album of the year

Could've bought a Crib

With this chandelier

Hanging around my neck

Across the flyest gear

Top tier

One of the illest you gone ever hear

Them other niggas had they run

And disappeared

The Willie lynch letter was fake

But still it resonate

Field niggas off in the field

House niggas serving plates

Inside the mansion

Showing their teeth

And always dancing

The Niggas got locked in the pen

The earths (black women) advancing

With college degrees

But nobody to marry

Marriage squeeze

She got a good job down town

While I'm moving kis