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Ah and so it goes

Was rocking stolen cloth

Back when luda chris was throwing balls

Dickies in japan's throwing panola roll

Living fast and i ain't young nobody growing old

Unspoken but understood like morse code

You selling dope cause your mama crib got four clothes

And maybe had a few pair of kicks to your wardrobe

You take a living average

Lord knows shit

Lord knows this shit not switching to a savage

Lord knows for my son

You down to split a n**a cabbage

Lord knows lord knows

You at the club tryna hop down on some h**s

And some random n**a just stepped on your toes

If you by yourself you let it slide

But since you with your bros

You all stuck that n**a ass out

And bloody up his clothes

But his shit nobody knows

He's sitting in his car with a fully load attack

We gonna wet up the parking lot as soon as that b**h

Close close close

Yeah hoe uh uh

East side to spaghetti junction

N**a pulling up to the function

Fold deep in the speakers be dumping

Pop the trunk and niggas be dumping

If you get caught slipping you slumping

If we came from nothing or something

We were selling midget and bumping

Back when all you niggas was crumping can i get a

Never identical niggas speaking

I'm the one of my pinnacle

I never did it for fame

Me and my niggas is one and the same same

Make you a little bit of change

Everybody wanna say that you change change

I never did it for change

Did it so me and my niggas gang gang

Never stop spitting these flames uh

Never stop spitting these flames yeah yeah huh

Sweat tears blood got it up out that mud mud huh

Hold you that up like scrub

They know who i wasback when a n**a was stressed

And they never checked for me

Nowadays n**a be checking

Cause they got a check for me

My ex she flexed on me but now she wanna be next to me

Wishing the best for me

These niggas wanting on the recipe

Angel protecting me but i keep a tech on me

Angel protecting me but i keep a tech

Got them parents off

I had to price them niggas was talking

Get your plug plug

But had to watch them niggas was charging

Dozen legs dropping eggs

I had to b**h

Incubate the wrinkle papers get that chicken regardless

F**k y'all niggas keep looking at f**k i'm getting miss

Took and ass twenty shots pulled up in the parking lot

F**k y'all niggas keep shooting at

She can have niggas for twenty two hundred

But f**k y'all want me to do with that

He got caught at the lobby boulder man off

Of me turned to an off and they both his ass

But i pray that you find me

With a blade in the first forty

I hate to my zombies i ape in my laundry

My b**h in the front and that's station behind me

I pray that you clock me any n**a that's watching

I'm taking its timepiece and pray for my mommy

Got a zombie yo hope and i make it inside g huh

Sweat tears blood got it up out that mud huh

Hold you down like scrub they know who i wasback

When a n**a was stress and they never check for me

Nowadays n**a be checking

Cause they got a check for me

My ex she flexed on me but now she wanna be next to me

Wishing the best for me

These niggas wanting on the recipe

Angel protecting me but i keep a tech on me

Angel protecting me but i keep a tech on me

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