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YO I DONE HAD 20 RACKS & BLEW IT ALL IN THE GROUND
I SOLD NICKEL BAGS & PEDDLED THE POUNDS
CAN’T EVEN TALK DRUGS & BITCHES
IN MY CITY THAT WAS SAYIN MY NAME
SNOTTY NOSE USED TO PITCH IN THE RAIN
NOW MY BITCH PLAYIN WITH MY DICK IN HER RANGE
SHE START BEEF & IM JUST CATCHIN A FLIGHT
IT’S PROBABLY DRUGS IF IM SIPPIN THE SPRITE
YOU KNOW MY LIFE
DRINK, SMOKE, ROLL SOME DICE
SHOOT UP THE CLUB ON THE OPENIN NIGHT
HIT A BITCH IN THE WIG
TALL NIGGA GOT CAUGHT IN THE LEG
I HIT THE SHERM & GO DUMP AT THE FEDS
IM ON YA BLOCK COME KILL ME
THEM PURPLE STARS WAS DOIN EM FILTHY
RUINED LIVES & I AINT EVER FELT GUILTY
NIGGA WALK WITH ME
A COUPLE RACKS AT THE SOUND OF A CHIRP
IM SMOKING DOPE WHILE IM BAGGIN UP WORK
IN THE BUILDING AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRCASE
PROBABLY GETTIN TOP ON THE STAIRCASE
A FIEND TAKES A BUMP & CANT STAND STRAIGHT
YEAH IM ALL FOR BELIEVING IN GOD
BUT IT GET CLOUDY WHEN THEM TIMES GET HARD
IT MAKE A NIGGA WANNA GET UP & ROB
WASN’T FOR ME A LOTTA NIGGAS WOULD STARVE
THEY NEEDED WORK SO I GIVE EM A JOB
FEED THE PEOPLES NIGGA
BUT A LOTTA NIGGAS DON’T SHARE THEM VIEWS
SO THE TV GOTTA SHARE THAT NEWS
YOU KNOW THE STREETS & THESE MADE UP RULES
ALL CAUSE NIGGAS AINT PAID THEM DUES
THEY SHOW UP 'TARDED WITH SOME BEAT UP SHOES
SHIT IS WICKED & MOST OF THESE NIGGAS IS DUCK
JUST KEEP IT TUCKED
OR YOU PRESSIN YA LUCK
YOU KNOW THEM PEEPS GET TO SEARCHIN THE TRUCK
THEY SMELLED WEED NOW THEY BRINGIN THE DOGS
RUNNIN YA NAME THIRSTIN TO GIVE YOU A CHARGE
TAKE YOU TO COUNTY WANNA SHOW YOU THEM BARS
SPEAK ON BEATS JUST TO SHARE MY WORLD
AINT HAD NO MONEY HAD TO SELL THAT GIRL
ROAD THE BIKE & IGNORED THEM STOPS
YOU PLAYED THEM BOOKS
AND I PLAYED THEM BLOCKS
SO WATCHU KNOW BOUT WAKIN UP IN THE MIDDLE OF A SITUATION
THEY HAD YOUR DOG WHEN THEY ASKED YOU QUESTIONS AT THE STATION
SAID THEY KNOW YOU THAT YOU WAS SLANGIN THE WORK
SOMEBODY ROLLED & THREW YA NAME IN THE DIRT
TOSS YOU A JUMPER
GOT YOU CHANGING YOUR SHIRT
THE WRISTBAND WITH THE DATE OF YOUR BIRTH
JAIL SUCKS BUT INTAKE IS THE WORST
CALLED YOU NAMES TRYNA BREAK YOU APART
SET YOUR BAIL NOW YOU KNOW WHERE TO START
THINKIN BOUT NUMBERS THAT YOU KNOW BY HEART
AND IT’S ALL FOR THE LOVE OF THE FETTI
I COP A SODA & A DUTCH FROM THE GHETTI
I LOTTA NIGGAS THAT I RUN WITH IS PETTY
BUT THEM MY NIGGAS WHAT THE FUCK YOU GON TELL ME?
SELLIN BAGS & STEALIN SHIT OFF THE DELI NIGGA
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