| A new program, if it's problems, you lose yo' man |
| When I shoot this big ass revolver, I use both hands |
| Y'all niggas go to the club and smooth slow dance |
| I slow dance with my gun, that's true romance |
| I got those strands, you broke niggas got no plans, huh |
| Me and my bitch on Morocco sand |
| I might pull up to yo' block, in my pop's old van |
| And serve food through the window like the taco man, huh |
| In front of the stove, had to watch those grams |
| With boards over the door so the cops don't ram |
| If I break down the block, then my block go ham |
| I send junk through the mail but it's not no spam |
| Far as bars, these the realest wrote |
| I seen a great speaker go around a great thinker just to steal his quotes |
| Man, you gotta keep a killer close |
| After a bullet in his head, make sure he dead, feel his pulse |
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| I move with a couple goons, from the gutter |
| They'd love to send your brother to the upper room |
| Huh, I'm in your baby mother womb |
| Her baby father, heard he sick, I pray he recover soon |
| Fuck one hustle, my nigga, I try numerous |
| You selling weed inside of a can that look like tuna fish |
| You quite new to this, explain why you like foolishness |
| 'Cause you wasn't under the right tutelage |
| My life lucrative, you niggas broke, that's quite humorous |
| Now I'm inside of your wife uterus |
| Now I don't know what excuses is, I'm all about exclusiveness |
| I'm hard to find like a white fugitive |
| I'm not ashamed of where I used to live, that's where I used to live |
| I move my kids to an exclusive crib |
| No bad food pollute the fridge |
| Healthy eating probably the main reason I keep producing kids |
| Niggas rap about getting shot, I rap about giving shots |
| Nigga, I don't got living opps |
| This is all you lil' niggas got? |
| Y'all I got two hands on one O, what is this ten o' clock? |
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