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Yeah, we're gonna get we gotta get this nigga I know he in here he gotta be look man. I found these precious right?
Look, okay, so this this is where you I'm telling you he has to be in there. Um, it's no doubt about it. He's in this piece
If he if he in here, we're gonna get his ass. It's no if we get it. This this shit is gonna be over today
I'm sick of it captain's riding. I can't
You ready ready
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, they say you ain't nobody till somebody kill you but you will have to kill a nigga for they feel you
I got a head with a lot of loose screws in it. I think ahead, so I gotta keep a tool with me
Everybody's stressing wondering who snitching on me phone echo and I'm wondering who listening oh man
Did babies for niggas they end up shitting on me Lord. I wonder sometimes. Can you hear me homie?
I want to grapple my heart and lost emotions for it. I love my niggas to death
I really hope they know it no matter how much time these crackers try to get me
I'll be a hundred and fifty they pitch a hundred twenty a hundred percent real a hundred percent street
I got that branded on me. They're gonna remember me and one thing for show
Look, I'ma keep it cheap cuz I was raised by them and that's what made me
Yeah
I'd retrace all my stuff but they ain't playing it out
I'd engage niggas my help but they ain't playing it out
I wonder why oh why oh why oh why why they wanna blame it on me
I wonder why oh why oh why oh why why they wanna blame it on me
It's in a dream on my mind playing tricks on me and it's past six years the lost six oh man
Two-time felon child support oh man all my niggas locked up and plus the feds want me
Her niggas snitched on my cousin got him a life sentence he been gone for eight years
It'll be his night Christmas everybody waiting on me to make it with this rap
But yet it's still I gotta hustle just to feed my chaps
Everything I've been through it made me who I am
And all this money I wasted I could have bought a lamb
I wrote songs for niggas fake promises niggas
If you got a couple meal then pay some homage my niggas
I'm sick of all this hustling I'm sick of all this thugging
Cuz in the end homie you always stuck with nothing
I'm sick of all this hustling I'm sick of all this thugging
Cuz in the end homie you always stuck with nothing
I ain't gang niggas my hell are the real tricks on my son
But they ain't playin it well
I ain't gang niggas my hell are the real tricks on my son
But they ain't playin it well
I wonder why oh why oh why oh why they wanna blame it on me
Why you wanna blame it on me
Why they wanna blame it on me
Why you wanna, why you wanna, blame it on me
Why you wanna, why you wanna, blame it on me
Ohhh
Oh oh, oh oh
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
