| It’s on, I’m sliding if you’re wrong or right
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| Cock back that pillar, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| It’s on, just bought a chopper with a knife
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| Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| Fired up, still fighting these demons
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| Some wounds will never heal, internal bleeding
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| Why they killed my nigga for no reason, he ain’t bang
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| Know you watching over, without you it ain’t the same
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| I’m sippin' to numb the pain
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| Can’t kick 'cause this shit addictive
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| Shout out to my sister for behind the wall visits
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| Broken as far as spirit, niggas had me by the balls
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| It ain’t mine but at the same time I’m finna take the fall
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| That’s your partner and he die, you gotta slide, that’s the law
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| Otherwise quiet down, we ain’t impressed with all the talk
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| Little extra on the sauce, I’m a Crime Boss baby
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| Pull up on the side of blood and knock your mind off baby
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| And oh-three-eighties either
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| It’s on, I’m sliding if you’re wrong or right
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| Cock back that pillar, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| It’s on, just bought a chopper with a knife
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| Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| Here we go, same bitches barking but they don’t bite
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| Hoes always talking fist game but they don’t fight
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| Alright, reload that pistol, all my dogs right
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| Might have to fire employees, that’s boss life
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| It’s on sight, I don’t hesistate
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| See pussies praying, I don’t do 'em
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| Close my eyes then I meditate
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| Shoot 'em, they body fly up and levitate
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| How I’m gon' press on all these phonies, gotta let 'em hate
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| These niggas, they salty just like these bitches too
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| I cannot fuck with you if I’m not getting rich with you
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| These fake niggas, they ain’t even got no principle
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| I got my Glock tucked, 'cause nigga I ain’t invincible
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| It’s on, I’m sliding if you’re wrong or right
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| Cock back that pillar, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| It’s on, just bought a chopper with a knife
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| Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| It’s on, I’m sliding if it’s right or wrong
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| Wrong move to put my name up in your song
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| Boy what type of shit you on?
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| We beef and you want to call a nigga’s phone
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| Fuck a death threat, come try it if you want to
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| These niggas braggin', geeks
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| Pressure it then I be poppin' sticks
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| I’m just beachin', boilin' like a pot of grease
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| Every night I go to sleep
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| I pray to God, protect from this nina
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| Hide my name up in your case
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| I hope that G turn into a winner, keep a stick
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| With a beam, eyes open on the road
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| Had a dream they stepped on, bullets ripping through my clothes
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| Take my soul, never, you gon' take one to the nose
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| Went and jammed, would’ve got him
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| Tried to run but he was slow, Peezy
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| It’s on, I’m sliding if you’re wrong or right
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| Cock back that pillar, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
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| It’s on, just bought a chopper with a knife
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| Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night
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| I’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
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| I’m slanging iron tonight, yeah |