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Ok this game so crazy, I don't know who to trust
That's why I fly in and strap the ducks under the truck
Middle fingers up cause I ain't never gave a fuck
Smoking OG styrofoam doubled up
See I came from the trap where we copped the bubble up
Hit the block with a mouth full of spitters and doubled up
Snitches get stitches so my niggas muzzled up
Keep a quarter mill in the Louis duffled up
Chea, it's Ruger Rule and the Funk Artist
So what it is my nigga? Let's get the funk started
Rich niggas put cheese on your head
Took a 30 gram loss to a seize by the fed
But I ain't gon' stop counting G's till I'm dead
Yeah a hot headed nigga stay squeezing the lead
Only took one trip to fall in love with the midwest
21 Years old doing shit you ain't did yet
Real recognize real, real niggas do real things
While bitch niggas plot and scheme for petty change
I wish a nigga would, keep 30 in my thang
Switching lane to lane while fucking the dope game
Real recognize real, real niggas do real things
While bitch niggas plot and scheme for petty change
I wish a nigga would, keep 30 in my thang
Switching lane to lane while fucking the dope game
A lot of niggas hating cause they know I got next
I smoke on good, I don't never smoke stress
Thank god when I'm blessed to see another day
Cause I got so many homies that's dead and in the grave
Victims of the game in the kitchen whipping cane
So much on my brain got me gripping on my thang
Grinding in the rain thinking about life
My kids generation gon' be so trife
Mix the lean with the sprite and get off in the zone
Send you to voicemail I just wanna be alone
Take a gram to the nose then smoke my kill
These niggas rapping about it I'm in the streets for real
Where it's kill or be killed so I gotta keep a thang
Nigga it's the mob we ain't no punk ass gang
Shots will rain if I'm ever feeling played
Stay in your own lane or catch a slug to the face