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Well, one of these ol' pussy-ass niggas do what y'all salute (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch-ass niggas know they acting cap (Yeah, yeah, yeah) "Luca Brasi" On the
road, back to back for shows, and I
ain't get a
cent off that (At all) Back to cooking fish, smell like a
brick, I
got that scent off that (On God) Closed doors, ones closest hurting your emotions (Huh?) Then get 'round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the
socials (Hmm) I
can't go along to get a
long, I'm a
big soldier (Easy) Killa Stone reincarnating, all Magnolia That other nigga, we are not the
same, fall back homie (Bitch) I
am downtown, night ward, Baton Rouge, big dawg E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, getting off (Woo) Meditate, Seroquel, Elavil, sick cough (Roof) New building, violated Got shipped, ten songs I
done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the
big yard Bad karma come to those who cross me, bust the
beef here (Boom, boom) 70805, I
pull up, hop off, got some street cred' Lil' one snuck me, he dead, that other nigga, he dead I'm major league swinging this big bitch, you know how we play it Copied all my tats, he acting like he put in work for this (Yeah) You ain't work the
trench, you pussy bitch, you rode a
bunch of dicks Heal with that retinol, yeah Four niggas in folders, yeah Lord's got a
name for it, don't know what to call it yet Gunner, ward mighty, Breadwinner, John Gotti (Wah) King Ox hit the
fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Wah) Tell Lil Hank, that's my gangster, Jonathan like John Stockton Know if I
go back, I
could lay back 'cause I
know that he got me Dre chilling my accountant, buku money counters counting I
get John Wheeler, all of his responses gon' be copied (Gone) Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded (What up?) Eat that dick up on command, meaning she in correspondence Pretty feet, I
nibble on her cheeks when we at my apartment (Oh) All up in her arteries, I
slang that dick in high performance Real drug lord fresh, Kevin dress designer garments Plugged in, I'ma make colder, opposite of boring Really did it from the
corner, graduated to a
trap spot You knew 'bout Gates, 2008, you call that bitch the
Match Box Safety pin and nitro digit scales, I'm moving crack out Lil' bitch off Tennessee in here with me, I
blew her back out My partner telling me the
game foul, I
should back out My same partner left me in a
gown with my back out Rappers got around me, my stories, they re-enact out Real big speakers, you ain't did no time, it just don't add out Vroom, Urus wide body kit, I
whip the
Lamb' out Talked about by pussy niggas who indigent with they hand out Heroin and syringes, real militant, it should tan out First niggas said they stand on nation business, I'm official Feeling like Demar Derozan, got looked over, turned me vicious They salute the
fakes, say, "Fuck the
real," I
wonder what I
did 'em I
got plenty pretty women whom I
won't give no commitment Stepping on these niggas, fell in love with my new mission I
know music cool, but I
know selling drugs would get me richer With the
shit of life sentence come with this and I'm convicted Damn, we done run out of beat
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