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Nigga say that it's smoke, but when he see me, wasn't rappin' my music
I thought we supposed to slang that fire or hop in the grid if we into it
But putting your hands on me, it ain't happen 'cause you not stupid
Love your life, ain't follow me outside 'cause you know I'ma do it
Slipped up and met that Drac', dude ain't know he was going home
Said my nigga stuffed in his guard, but when he die, they gon' say we wrong
Montrell on my mind while I get loaded, got me in that zone
Shooters and trappers, where I roam, thugs don't beef over the phone
The suspect took my homie Delph, smoking very good
He get raw than every wood, shit ain't sweet
Majority of they posse felt that fire
We been handling business, I know GG smiling in the sky
We been handling business, niggas know we the ones that bring that pressure
Hash our game, bro seen what's his name walking slow and did them over extra
Up in this, stuck about my homie, ain't got a social beef, they know the message
Fraternity boys inside the trenches, me and my crew been known for stepping
Slipped up and met that Drac', dude ain't know he was going home
Said my nigga stuffed in his guard, but when he die, they gon' say we wrong
Montrell on my mind while I get loaded, got me in that zone
Shooters and trappers, where I roam, thugs don't beef over the phone
Yeah, created character on 2K, ain't even from that hood you claiming
Bouncing out with semis, soon as you in my reach, I'ma go to Yankee
For years, the opposition been getting spankings, we up on the rankings
Boom, boom, boom, boom
That's all the fuck nigga heard when I ran a boom
That boy got DOA, wasn't no chance to be in a coma
Gunpowder and tires burning, you not familiar with the aroma
Player you late, that's how I'm coming, so don't be no example
Immature to the beat, jump there's some shit you cannot handle
Any type of involvement with my rivals, that's a red flag
My dawg got murked, we turned the city up just like Baghdad
Slipped up and met that Drac', dude ain't know he was going home
Said my nigga stuffed in his guard, but when he die, they gon' say we wrong
Montrell on my mind while I get loaded, got me in that zone
Shooters and trappers, where I roam, thugs don't beef over the phone