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They say forgive and forget, it's still some shit I ain't forgot I'm probably real as it get, I wish the best for all my opps 'Cause I want 'em to rest in piss, off the time, I thought I got hit Close my eyes and make a wish, blow a kiss at whoever shot Can't go nowhere without that heater no more Keep dissing lil' bro, gon' meet him And I can't fuck with none of these eaters no more Keep saying that shit, don't mean it Reality kid, lil' nigga, I don't dream You wouldn't know the half of the shit I seen My brother been told lil' nigga it's gon' come a time And you better stand tall, Yao Ming I smoke, can't stop, I lean Whеn them pills get popped and thеm tears get dropped I get high thinking 'bout Meleeke Brand new Glock on side of me, bitch, part of me My lil' gangster when she call, she trying to spoil me or swallow me Not right now, bitch, don't bother me 1228, that's the heart of me Shit got hard for me, you got scars with me Went to war for me, got love me, nigga, I love ya Ain't got no friends, nigga, you my brother Better watch how he move when her shoot that cutter Man on the moon, I done fucked the whole room Had ya bitch, tell me I'm smooth like butter SongtexteYoung nigga move that dope If anybody move that door then you already know Better get your blast on, nigga Better get your, better get your Better put your mask on, nigga Better put your mask, better get your Better get your blast on, nigga Better get your, better get your Better put your mask on, nigga Your mask, better put your God damn, what you heard through the grapevine? They say Too Times got facetime Dead high, I done smoked his ass eight times He want a name, give him one when he say mines In the club play the opps, better play mines Hell nah, we ain't trying to hear no Beat Box Lil' One say he sit up in the trap all night He ain't trying to go home, shit, them free pops Give a nigga ass something to beef 'bout Give the whole world something to speak 'bout Couple hundred blues bring the freak out her Say she smoking mookie, nothing street 'bout her She belong to them, so the streets got her Fuck a home room, I ain't need college Heard the head good, I'm trying to see 'bout it MAC with the silencer, I need silence John Wick, bitch, I need bodies I don't want him 'round if he seem solid If he ain't solid, need to see 'bout it Shit, if it ain't Friday, it need to be Friday 'Cause I got some people, I need to meet Friday 'Bout a M probably or a B, probably you, we probably Them niggas you need to see just give me the fee Shit got hard for me, you got scars with me Went to war for me, got love me, nigga, I love ya Ain't got no friends, nigga, you my brother Better watch how he move when her shoot that cutter Man on the moon, I done fucked the whole room Had ya bitch, tell me I'm smooth like butter Young nigga move that dope If anybody move that door then you already know Better get your blast on, nigga Better get your, better get your Better put your mask on, nigga Better put your mask, better get your Better get your blast on, nigga Better get your, better get your Better put your mask on, nigga Your mask, better put your Aus Songtexte Mania