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Here to fuck up the
winter, just got out November slot Never put out a
filler, still punch through a
center block Firearm in the
villa, fuck it let's make December hot Adamant, hitting birds with the
curve, Mercedes Benz the
block Killer receiver runnin with jewelry I
slayed anywhere I
lay, hang my jersey up in the
telly Thirty up in the
Chevy, trail of guts on a
playa's route Glove when I
took a
hit, never had a
hicky or gave one out You gotta crew with hand me downers, they ain't killing nothing Blood suckers draining your room, look at the
ceiling sunk in With everything out on a
table, bet my feelings wasn't Audemar thrills every other deal, new wheels to hug them Bitches be hawking need a
shield when clubbing Tear you down your building something Homesick gotta be in the
field to function They owe me meal tickets a
half a
mill a
luncheon Haters give you energy, snake niggas for steal consumption We gotta make it out the
problems next I
took a
hit on life the
hardest boy you lookin through the
eyes of death I
took a
up and down denied the
rest I
put my work in and out the
curtain now my name around the
projects (Uh) you'll never understand it's complex My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the
bomb threats Lost in the
system losing my mind next Out here number one, there ain't a
contest These pussies left a
big hole, gangsters plugging the
cavity Volt with the
President, he ain't shit but a
personality Peakin in rare form, salute to the
version after me Reflection of my hard times, proof I
emerged from tragedy For every pass you may receive, two turns of agony Compensating with charm pics, blue steel that sat on me Stoned in my X-ray ain't a
jealous bone If I
ain't got no rap when I
see you, why use the
telephone? Pound of grandaddy, can't stuff a
better cone Tick your tint, leather chrome, in and out the
terrordome Don't compare me, those boys will bring home the
weird cup Man, how the
fuck you niggas get here? Go get a
hair cut All of you down to critical, I'm getting right to it Don't do subliminals, the
dopest to do it, here in the
physical Label my style criminal, you popping they ain't feelin you Still riding round town, long stay in the
vehicle We gotta make it out the
problems next I
took a
hit on life the
hardest boy you looking through the
eyes of death I
took a
up and down denied the
rest I
put my work in and out the
curtain now my name around the
projects (Uh) you'll never understand it's complex My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the
bomb threats Lost in the
system losing my mind next Out here number one, there ain't a
contest
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