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Gito
Gizzle
We back at it
You already know da shit
We get together this shit lik
Peanut butter & jelly
Hot peas & butter
Haha, yeah
All you see is da joy, can't even fathom da struggle
You only see what I show you, inside my heart cryin puddles
My niggaz facin they life
Investigated by feds
Da cloth I'm built from is different, just check da needle & thread
Every moment a battle protectin all that I love
I got da choppa beside da black hoody mask & a glove
I'm in my zone off da weed, promethazine & a pill
So many questions unanswered lik "why my brother get killed"?
And why they still smokin sherm?
I swear I love em but hate em
Mommas teachin they kid to THOT I pray my son never date em
Family first never second
Unless they cross you for peasants
Livin life is a blessin, in livin life there's some lessons
Take a trip to wherever still got da hood in my system
True friends are rare but still exist, just gotta know how to pick em
Them boys in blue leavin victims, got whole communities grievin
No weapon was brandished they tryna give us a reason to go to war wit da government
Some a fall lik da seasons
They killin our vibe, our sense of pride barely breathin
And on top of it all, we kill each other for less
My nigga fought & he won, then caught a slug to da chest
I'm from da jects wit da roaches, mice & snakes in da grass
In da school of hard knocks you wouldn't make it through class
I love my sisters and brothers, I love my wife & da kids
This for da souls we loss, & to da ones doin bids
Strong headaches so strong weed is my preferred treatment
Birds tweetin
My woman angel-lik so she curve demons
Purp steamin, member when niggaz would call my verse decent
Sure seemin that's it's evidential that my words seap in
Hurt niggaz brains & bitches want come & work DM's
Love & life
More understandin this universe need it
Words gleamin, if you could grasp it it'll have ur world beamin
Will he stop, will he throw a bomb cause da turf need it
Burst heaters before cracker turn me to curb eater
Word he da juice, posted up wit da lemon squeeze
Memories make me produce, all these similes
Pancakes mixed wit da syrup, it's a different lean
10-10, I had them 10's that look lik 15's
Bend her knees, toot da shit up, she gon remember me
Give me green, you won't get none
You ain't a kin to me
Probably don't wanna see me win, you a enemy
For spinach green I pop eyes, hand me da biscuits please
Do this shit wit ease
Lik since back when you had to borrow ya niggaz jeans
Shot a nigga woke up wishin that this shit a dream
Sure he deserved wouldn't give him what he didn't need
Niggaz ridin lik a engine let da piston steam
We supply you wit that pressure or that medellín
Heard ya project it had 7 streams
Told my girl these streets gettin a weddin ring
Gettin money's necessary by any means
My 9's & .40's compact for these skinny jeans
I suggest you do not say what you didn't mean
Holes threw him now he look fresh outta Krispy Kreme
Bust da duffle, new bills now that's crispy cream
Spend half, say I ball lik Mr. Clean
Killed his hustle, sold soap to that nigga fiend
Duece & S.A.N.D.
that treatment lik A&D