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Same shit, different day, bro Try not to pop on these niggas in their heads though, nah mean You know they’re all over us Don’t talk on my phone crazy, god Fuck the drip of motion, uzi clip I’m holsting Shooter say he open Took a pussy nigga block the same night we open He prayed to God, was hoping his body had some holes in I’m nice up there with Hov, man Seen a fiend used to babysit me through [?] He shot his man in the back of the head, they had come from the sands They killed my youngin’, “we killed three”, we got the upper hand Was in the scuffle, damn, I broke my knuckle, damn I must’ve hit him hard, I wasn’t fucking playing But that’s go mode, I’d rather be in gold roads Banging oldies, Grandma said I had an old soul Back to [?], headshot, no sort of soul I put my gun down, rumble a nigga toe to toe This is skydiving, they’re hating but the vibe got them Rappers, they is not a problem, shout out y’all who got the album Do this for the streets, what y’all forgot about him Talked about him, I’m making rounds, I don’t give a fuck about him He screamed like a bitch when the nigga shot him And I don’t want them shits if everybody got them 4 in the morning, they have came and got him SongtexteIn front of his kids, in his cell, he had dreamed about them Purple hearted cop, clipped the retarded cop I kept 60 with me, shot a nigga 40 times My man spit a 32, you would’ve thought he rhymed And if you owe me something, you better throw me mines [?] there in his 70s for weaponry I bring the pain more definitely, only pussy niggas slept on me Looking in the mirror, it’s the enemy Nah, it’s the friend in me, feds want the end of me I pray for my enemies, but I don’t like your energy On a Wednesday, I know him from the 10th grade Dreads with the [?] fade, scar from the switchblade Mindset, get paid, he got hit when shit sprayed Gucci on as he laid, then they drove him on to his grave Dime bitch [?], she got Chick-Fil-A I fucked her once, you can keep her, she got ricocheted Niggas know we run the city where the Sixers play You diss an OBH nigga, I’ll get you hit today You say you had a play, but you’re bullshitting I stepped up on the field then they forfeited They say he feeling froggy, tell the bul to ribbit And if they rip you up, everything you know, forget it It was new to you, to me, it was the usual Crib out in New Jerus, still eating oodles and noodles Make a nigga disappear, you thinking it’s voodoo Fuck rapper boy, he played the songs, it was doodoo Stare you like a mark will do, this here is remarkable I sell my offer through, you staring, looking awkward too It’s the offer Aus Songtexte Mania