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You come around with them weak bars, nigga, we gon' rob you
We rob niggas with weak bars. Don't come in here with that fake rap shit. We rap for real
Yeah, aye
Let that bitch ride when I can get through wit it too
Yeah, aye
I remember warming up the house with the stove, yeah
Wic vouchers had my signatures, but I could barely sign my signature
Was walking home with the milk, shit felt like a shift
Mama ain't have a whip, guess that's how I got the strength
Guess that's how I got the will, shit, I don't know how to chill
Project to the hills, yeah, I know how that feel
You don't know how to deal, I ain't never want to deal
I ain't ask for the help, never knew how it felt
Shoes string for the belt, Christmas day, waking up to no gifts
What the fuck, I guess Santa got killed
In the hood with a bag and some steel
Tryna eat, you sling crack or you steal
Pop a pill for the pain that he feel
See the enemy, you aim and you kill
Guess you could say there ain't no peace in the Ville
Guess that's why I keep the piece on me still
Ain't no killer, but you know that I will
Ain't no killer, but you know that I will
Ain't felt this way in a minute
All of them niggas pretending
All of them niggas be fake sinning
In them lyrics smoke in
All of the mirrors, y'all don't really want to hear it
I don't want to hear it
Yeah, I honor my mama
Fuck a pig, fuck your honor
Y'all ain't never felt trauma
Y'all don't really want problems
Out the bushes send his ass to the doctor
No biggie, I don't know who shot you
Got the address from one of his partners
I'm a lyrical murderer
Yeah, you talking, but I never heard of you
Probably fuck on your bitch when you marry her
Probably fuck on your bitch all on camera
You gon' get mad and beat her ass after I spank her
Low profile living
Two door car whipping
Two bad hoes kissing
Nigga, that's my business
Them is not my women
I don't know who did it
Nah, I don't know
I don't know who did it
Low profile living
Two dope car whipping
Two bad hoes kissing
Nigga, that's my business
Them is not my women
I don't know who did it
Nah, I don't know
I don't know who did it
Nigga, bow down and kiss on the ring
Niggas be talking about rank
See em in public, them niggas ain't acting the same
Guess he was leaning the drink
Guess he was sniffing the hank
I cannot hate
I can't relate to a nigga
cause most of them niggas be fake
Tap dancing in your face
No face, no case
Do the dash, made his ass hit the brakes
Came fast, now she saying she late
Big dawg call me STXDY the great
I'm a lyrical murderer
Yeah, I fucked her, but I never heard of her
Probably fucked on that bitch on the camera
Probably fucked on that bitch on the sofa
Pull her hair, then choke her
Smack her ass, then I tell her bend over
Woah
Low profile living
Two door car whipping
Two bad hoes kissing
Nigga, that's my business
Them is not my women
I don't know who did it
Nah, I don't know
I don't know who did it
Low profile living
Two door car whipping
Two bad hoes kissing
Nigga, that's my business
Them is not my women
I don't know who did it
Nah, I don't know
I don't know who did it
Nigga bow down and kiss on the ring