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What's up, guys?

Yo, what the fuck is going on, Black?

You ain't never seen no combat.

These streets here like we're rude and beyond that.

Yeah, we on that.

When you see them texts coming with a hundred motherfuckers,

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Bullets I keep can't go through your goatee.

Like we ain't the niggas that you really want to be.

Silent or truly yours.

We'll be right back.

See, I was born into the streets.

Head of the game is like a bad habit.

Seems like I'm never going to change.

See, I'm a hustler.

That means I'm never going to get it.

I mean like I got it, bitch.

See, I'm a thug, nigga dog.

I'm fresh off the block.

Hold up, player.

What's it coming?

Ain't shit changed, my nigga.

Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the

projects ain't no sunshine where I'm at I'm from the streets my nigga

in the hood.

They be dying over keys.

Now slow down, little daddy.

I hear you resting in peace.

Now listen up, player.

We'll be right back.

Now do you want to see what it is?

I'm coming to see what it is.

We want to be voting.

Niggas don't want no.

We talking evil.

Shoot them right.

Do they go see us?

Niggas don't want to see us.

Eat like no limit.

That was why.

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