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Mustard on the beat, ho My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change" We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow Catch an opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo Seven-figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak hoes Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose "Cap, how you make it out this shit?", I got the cheat code Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those Better not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range SongtexteHe fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change" We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul You would think we had a whistle Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change" Aus Songtexte Mania