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Bitch Im strolling through Southside

Walking around Dove

And Im with my little brother

Jack Daniels in my cup

Trying to trap it out the quince

I served her a dub

But she know its a jugg pack

She dont give a fuck

Me and my bros outside

Because this shit kind of wack

My brother in the back

Running through these hoes bags

And its Jack boy shit

When your trying to get a bag

Man look at them pussies

Had to stay on that cap

Yall in the street on dumb shit

Yall trying to be funny

Im trying to make money

Why you shaving that pussy?

I fuck with hairy monkey

I know I aint the best

Wonder what she thinks of me

Because she wanted me first

And she said she loved me

I aint worried about it

At least god never said fuck me

I aint worried about it

Virgin Mary put a word in for me

And the world so cruel

Man this shit aint cool

Always hearing a siren

Or someone popping a tool

My little brother just told me that he might get thrown in a cell

I couldnt even answer

Fell asleep off the drank

Lately shit been fucking up

I wish that nigga well

Lately shit been fucking up

Trying to stack me some bank

Man this shit aint right

I saw the devil whenever I went to sleep

But that nigga was my grandpa

It wasnt no pretty dream

My city breaking down on a camels back

Everybody got beef

Nigga better keep a strap

You know it aint easy trying to find one of them

Thats like trying to find a kidney

Fuck that pussy he a hoe

His homie might have been trying to kill me

Always fighting with my people

Look like we all split up

Im just sitting here thinking

Whats gonna be the sequel

Still remember she was having issues

With her step father

Touching on her and plus he abused her

She thought he would go farther

He a stoned junkie so she upped that pole

And now the nigga caught up

Momma told her put it down

But before it got harder

Fucked up part is she dont even listen to her

Man thats her own daughter

(Man thats her own daugher)

Im really trying to chill with the drank

That shit fuck with your brain

Pussy nigga want beef

Let that shit be known

Pussy nigga try that shit

Try another backdoor

See my nigga Ruth been plotting

See thats my little brother

He aint dumb with this shit

I got these weird ass nightmares

But bitch I dont give a fuck

Im a thug I can break just because im scared

We can fill the streets

Its appealing to see

But chances are we aint getting out of county

Because we from the A

Bitch we bad when we free

I be thinking about that nigga

Man where could he be

You denying that shit

But if you aint really didnt do it

Then why would you flee?

Talk that tough shit

But you ran from your son

Man how could that be

You aint only hurt her

You hurt the whole family

Nah nigga I dont trust no nigga

Nah bitch I dont trust no bitch

Why you still on my phone?

Im gonna drink out the bottle

Dont give me no chaser

If she really love me then she finna stay

Nah I aint gonna chase her

So he probably gonna run

I might have to chase him

When I was a youngin

Pops told me we was 512

Lying to me knowing I aint a fool

Claiming bodies you know you aint do

I know we dont talk no more

But I hope that your good

I aint know you was hurting

You aint want to talk about it

You probably need help

But we dont even talk

If I would then I could

I know I aint the best

But I really do try have that shit understood

Pops told me we was 512

Lying to me knowing I aint a fool

Claiming bodies you know you aint do

I know we dont talk no more

But I hope that you good

I aint know you was hurting

You aint want to talk about it

You probably need help

But we dont even talk

If I would then I could

I know I aint the best

But I really do try have that shit understood

Have that shit understood

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