Yeah.
I don't know what else to tell you niggas.
It's getting spooky and scary, I tell you that though.
All I see is red.
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell.
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell.
It make no sense going to heaven, trying to stay with Christ.
I got more addicted to drinking syrup and playing dice.
The way of life.
The hood is full of choices, nigga, pick your poison.
Her only son, I couldn't leave my mama disappointed.
We had to work for times when we couldn't get employment.
You know we serving to the coppers, calling reinforcements.
We in too deep to be throwin' white flags Lookin' at the rear-view mirror while my life passed No more beefin' with niggas, we sendin' price tags on your head, that's a light tag Niggas in my circle ain't think I was good enough I leaped over every hurdle they was puttin' up Do your research and look me up, it's real coke in front of you Rip the plastic and get your gas mask before you cook me up Duh
I can't lie
I'm that guy
I don't drive.
I'm on fire
Yeah Now you wanna act like you know me Back in the G, that was the old me
Always stay true to the homies.
Some dead, some of them parolees.
And the feds screamin', fuck a Cody I been getting brats, they ain't low-key
Tryna stay away from the codeine Tryna stay away from the police Swear these fuckn' niggas can't hold me Always tryna say that we're too deep Bitch, I'm buying chains for the whole team I just bought a rate and it's OD In the United States, gettin' more cream Came a long way from the Stolies Swear these fuckn' niggas can't hold me I...
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I'm going
I'm let go
