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I wrote this one for all my nigga's in the trenches Riskin' they freedom everyday when there's a better way Momma say once you hear them firework's just come inside to play And you know that firecracker pop was just the DOA Police sirens, and momma's crying damn near everyday He's sick over her look, but that's the price he had to pay At a young age we was totin' baby Draco's and SK's Can't get erased by a fuck nigga with no aim South-side Chicago, nigga feel with bad intentions Soon as you catch him lackin' kill him, show them how we livin' He be with them niggas who been dissin' the guys Let us find out them boys on live, we gon' come burn 'em alive 30's on 30's and 9's, yeah When we rock out bro totin' 30's on each side I slid a 50 in mine, can't get up with 'em knee high He better not look wrong in this bitch or I might catch a vibe Big 30 won't tryna let me kill 'em like you do this every time I have to change the conversation, he ain't ever lie Don't test my patience, this bitch better not step one foot across that line unless he ready to die Ion rap no beef, no geting even We gon' burn 'em alive, like this fuck nigga on fire, yeah I got to thinkin' 'bout [?] so let me call my slime I call my lil' brother through the FaceTime Like I know I been busy I be tryna make time, yeah SongtexteHe put Red on the phone, bro told me what been goin down And [?] been movin' kinda strange now, uh I get that bag and I'm gon' book them flights and fly y'all out Let's T-up like we in the eighth grade, just fuck some fame now I'm the same nigga out that gang and we could bang it out I told all my gang members we gon' make it out I got the drop, let's rock out, take it out and break it down Run in this Airbnb, playing, you won't make a sound South-side Chicago, nigga feel with bad intentions Soon as you catch him lackin' kill him, show them how we livin' He be with them niggas who been dissin' the guys Let us find out them boys on live, we gon' come burn 'em alive 30's on 30's and 9's, yeah When we rock out bro totin' 30's on each side I slid a 50 in mine, can't get up with 'em knee high He better not look wrong in this bitch or I might catch a vibe Big 30 won't tryna let me kill 'em like you do this every time I have to change the conversation, he ain't ever lie Singing Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow Aus Songtexte Mania