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But that shit don't really faze a nigga
I, I, I, Ice Age exclusive
That's the shit that really made a nigga
Aye
Aye
Looking at my past like, that's the shit that really made a nigga
Trials and tribulations, but that shit don't really faze a nigga
When it's beef, we pop out slangin' Ks like we them Haitian niggas
AK with a scope, from down the block, I'll still face a nigga
Ain't no blitz on me, a nigga drop, bet I knock back
They gas that nigga up, we dropped him, left doggie on flat
Seven or eight perches, popped a 30, I relapsed
Thunder when we clap, we got these niggas droppin' they straps
Like, that shit ain't surprise me when I found out dude a rat
Should've went with my first move and upped the pole, bitch, we jack
No need to drop below, they know I'm somewhere on the fat
They knowin' we on go, I'm quick to pop up with that
I love the troops, I'm extra with a Glock, when I come, I got two
Burn them ones on double Bs, bitch
That's them bodies and them blues
Drop a opp, hit his top, on my body and my mood
Got mama talkin' to the doc, they say he ain't gon' make it through
Yeah
He won't make it through
Make him crash and flip the coupe
Big Cs, we ain't runnin' with them boys up in blue
Make her eat it if she loose, rob her brother for some juice
Stand on business by myself, you rarely see me with the troops
Bitch, you know it ain't no rules, put your cousin on the news
Cut the cord on that boy, have him breathin' through a tube
Kill niggas, fuck this rap shit, fuck YouTube
Last nigga tried to run, I had to stand over that dude
Pull up in that new new, this ain't the shit you used to
I'm retarded on the mic, I got a couple screws loose
I got 200 on the dash, she like the way the truck move
Snitch lips, blue tips, I give that boy some hush food
I'm in the town movin' round, AR in the scope
Puttin' pressure on them niggas, man, them boys ain't got no hope
My little nigga 16, 50,000 in his coat
Seen me get away with murder so they feel like I'm the goat
Old niggas swear with the poles he used to blow
But the G homie just got out, say he a hoe
Got a pint, sell it four, you can meet me at the store
You can meet me at PM or you can pull up to the 'joe's
I was young when I realized you should never break the code
You was buying all them Jordans, I was coming through in gold
Had no bail money, wasn't tryna fight, then you told
Lonely game, have you thinkin' in that cell when it's cold
My nigga gone, lookin' at his mama when she cry
Catch whoever raise they hand, they throw a sign and niggas die
Cluckin' homies when they talkin' out they neck, won't nothin' slide
Plead the Fifth, you can show me to my cell, don't ask me why
See they active on they 'Gram when I be out, them niggas high
I'm smoking blunts and drinking wock and I'm just looking to the sky
Yeah, all right, I would believe you but I know you bitches lie
Fuck the news, reportin' live off the west side
Pop out, little bro, he gon' leave 100 shells
I did time on my bunk and I ain't never get no mail
Give the world to my bitch, I know I took her through that hell
They want me hopin' out that Benz, they wanna see me in that jail
1900, Straight like that nigga