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(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) I asked God for forgiveness so I can't rap on niggas But I let God be my witness, now we done stepped on niggas I can afford to buy an army, but I stopped buying pistols But I just hope that you ain't in that car when we do catch up wit 'em Rather be the suspect than the victim Keep my cool and beat the system When I talk my teeth start glistenin', that's the diamonds that's engraved They like, "who is them lil' niggas? They look like they getting paid" You can tell that we don't play by the looks that's on our face Heard the opps they throwin' shade, boy you know we play wit K Come thru swinging in broad day, boy you know I'm ready to pay It ain't even bout no money, know they going where I say Cause I looked down when he was fucked up, he can't wait to strain his face Gotta get my mind out murder VVS is feel my shirt up Eighty racks to fill her purse up wit this shit I lift her skirt up Sloppy head, gotta lift my shirt up Rest In Peace Juice, pour my syrup up Drip or Drown, sipping purple It's already time I serve up, damn Who you know go two Lamb', saying they don't know who I am Okay, turn my back on my family no way My bitch so bad, goddamn [?] I'm up right now, I'm not playin Songtexte[?] This is what I'm sayin' Been through it all, had to shake it off, one of my dawgs was a [?] I been standing tall, I been going hard, ain't no nigga fucking with me Walk inside the mall everybody ball [?] Bitch we young hitters hopping out foreigns and we got Chargers and Jeeps No dissing in our song, but when we catch you, he gotta get it Heard he dissing in this song, but 4PF he better not mention He used to be my dawg, but he switched up for better [?] I was gon' say his name, but then again it'd be like I'm snitchin' Baby know he ain't gotta pay I do it free anytime, any day When it come to the money, you know I get paid We brag different, we hop in that Wraith Had to change the way I think, ion think 'bout murder If this a .223 [?] Yeah, they shot back, but [?] Lambo sit too low, we fucking the curb up Shopping at Barneys, I'm sippin' this purple 4PF the gang, ain't no rats in my circle [?], ion care whatchu heard She got 'em bad, you can get served Ion get mad, we get on they nerve I fuck wit [?] cuz he stood on his worst Dreams to reality, I know that they mad at me I know that they mad at me, turnt dreams into reality Catch the murder first degree, I won't let 'em murder me I got tired so I know [?] Niggas mad, turn to bitches They that we slide wit glizzies Spin they block until they dizzy I been gambling wit my life, hope ion roll a seven Killers had a talk to God, he know he ain't gettin' here Gotta be a man behind the wall, I know that you ain't ready [?] set him down, he wasn't thinking steady I been on a different method, going up, different levels I been tryna change the motive, we took my humbleness for homies Niggas acting like they know me, bust 'em down, take the rollie When you gettin' money, niggas notice, I won't let 'em lose focus [?] My partner took a different route, I'm still tryna figure out I'm really in the bag, it ain't chasing clout Run up another sack, buy my mom a house They can tell we gettin' paid by the [?] They can tell I'm [?] by the [?] A bro say [?], coming on [?], shit [?] I turnt my dreams into reality, I know everybody mad at me I ain't nothin' like I used to be, but I'm going hard so get used to me Nah, ion see no nigga using me, I'm sittin' where I'm posed to be [?] they ain't approaching me [?] fuck [?] [?] got crack in my sock Going in the hood, niggas [?] [?] big wet block, gotta [?] my whole block [?] I hang wit the robbers, ion fuck wit the cops Breaking my wrist in that [?] And I been thru so much and I'm singing like: Been through it all, had to shake it off, one of my dawgs was a [?] I been standing tall, I been going hard, ain't no nigga fucking with me Walk inside the mall everybody ball [?] Bitch we young hitters hopping out foreigns and we got Chargers and Jeeps Aus Songtexte Mania