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Sometimes I tell a bitch shut up and pass the weed [x3] Free my niggas! I been smoking [?], they wish I was with em Free my niggas! My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw In Alexandria, it's nothing for to get it gone With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster Gon be a God in New Orleans like that nigga Daymond Landlord in the south like my nigga [?] Corvette in front of David Ways screaming free Lee Lucas Fuck that nigga bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas Beeto and Bryan bitch, I just got off the phone with him My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signals My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him You got them college niggas fools, I be with stone killers Doing bad 'fore they switched on me When you're out of power it's over Everybody love you when you feed the streets When you leave the streets, they don't know you Brooke used to love till another nigga with a bigger check approached her Up in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the nigga's house smoking I was trying to go to church as a family but her and him be going Audi S7 was a surprised I went and bought that for her Texting, saying someone that I love let him use his whip as a loaner Praise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on you SongtexteCocaine flipper, got the same niggas I came with, and we rolling In the studio with my nigga Hood, but them niggas round him, they pussy Gangster shit, get to going platinum, they'll sit around and be looking I'm so depressed I'll kill myself, would somebody go head and cook me Fuck! Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi Boulevard [?], and Logo in a Maserati Boobi, black gunner, and Mazi they still a catch a body And if you fuck around with razor, bitch I'm out my body Sideways, coupe be out my body Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body And you ever wanna disrespect it then it's kamikaze I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti I feel like John Gotti John Gotti Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti Praise to Allah, I was born a God, with the murder game I'm righteous Cancel shows just for razor wet, and I don't know another just like it I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it But me and Gunner in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to smash Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash Dreka she bad and she into bags Up in the Louis, a milli on Poochie I tell em it's Gucci when they want them bands I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling sand I don't get tired I'm bout my business, and back selling sand I'm bout my business, and back selling sand Packed up my bags and jumped out on the freeway Say house where the heart is, don't know where I'm going Actavis drinking, I'm leaning and pouring Those who don't get it say what are you on My mother had sex with an angel Born in a martyr and ain't even know it Driving on low while the side of my Porsche Beat the fuck out a bitch, ain't no slamming my doors I'm only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can't wait to move on All my niggas I lost know I miss you can't wait to be with you I'm on my way home When they flip the script without warning Talking bout shit you never did for her God bless you and break in your body Wish I would let you dig in my pockets Lazy ass bitch, get up and start grinding Out on the streets, you never been balling Finally got blessed and money started piling Got my first mil, a nigga ain't smiling, wyling Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi Boulevard [?], and Logo in a Maserati Boobi, black gunner, and Mazi they still a catch a body And if you fuck around with razor, bitch I'm out my body Sideways, coupe be out my body Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body And you ever wanna disrespect it then it's kamikaze I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti I feel like John Gotti John Gotti Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti Aus Songtexte Mania