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(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points) Feel like I'm back on Evergreen Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene Two niggas with me, two chopped a piece For the niggas wanna murder me What the fuck you niggas mean? Burn they block up, third degree That nigga lying if he saying he ain't heard of me If I say go, no surgery, half of them niggas dead For what they said and they deserve to be And I can't trust a soul, Lord, forgive me I got that led all in the church with me I don't need nobody to do dirt for me Ain't none of them niggas put in work for me Don't mention my name in none of that shit No, I ain't playing no games when it come to that shit Got the bag, now I can't fumble that shit I got them mad now 'cause I'm a humble, lil' bitch You went to Famu, I went to Fam too Think I played snare, I got the drum on the stick Don't play fair, I play dumb on a bitch Soon as we done, I tell her get prepared She say, "Say you swear", I go numb on her SongtexteUh-uh, can't put my tongue on her Ayy, this my money, don't put your thumbs on it ZaZa go in my lungs only Ayy, fifty's go in them guns only Two blickys equal one hundred Feel like I'm back on Evergreen Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene Two niggas with me, two chopped a piece For the niggas wanna murder me What the fuck you niggas mean? Soon as I hit the scene Line wrapped around the front yard like Krispy Kreme Pocket full of them crispy things Why dude come run that shit on me? Like, I ain't peeped the game I don't even want that shit on me, he think I missed the chain I told brodie don't miss the brain When I get that trophy, tell 'em kissed the ring He don't know what gun they shot him with But I bet that nigga ain't miss the flame I don't want him, I'm onto bigger things Nuts crossed on me, it's a dirty game Got niggas still in them trap spots Trying to hit jackpot, pushing Eddie Kane Lil' One call this bitch Alicia Keys Don't make 'em make that choppa sing He died when I was on tour I don't know that boy, I don't want no problems, man Don't let this shit be 'bout no dollars, man Where the fuck you was before dollars came? He tried to talk to God but it was too late Nigga must've prayed to Charlamagne Feel like I'm back on Evergreen Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene Two niggas with me, two chopped a piece For the niggas wanna murder me What the fuck you niggas mean? Aus Songtexte Mania