| Every nigga I fuck with, they, ss |
| Every nigga I fuck with, they use they feet |
| Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it) |
| We gon' start by stop by the trenches |
| We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off that ain't handlin' they fuckin' |
| business |
| I remember them places them guns got buried |
| I remember that them bullets |
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| my head |
| I remember the fully frrt, frrt, frrt by my dreads |
| I give a man their props |
| That ain't real, if he ain't shot, should've been shot |
| That shit he tried, that's all he got |
| I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, |
| he punched the pot |
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| This shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" |
| (They watchin' us) |
| This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped) |
| This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy) |
| This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop off |
| your arms |
| This shit got serious, |
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| the feds behind them drones |
| This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home |
| I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn up my links |
| I had the hood Fox 'nem on security |
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| the streets |
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| 'Cause they know I got more checks than pickup |
| Huh, they know I'm choppin' right with 'em |
| Huh, they know I got a career, If it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with |
| 'em |
| Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger |
| than this shit |
| I know I ain't got no business at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit |
| Huh, I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone, record, and go live and |
| shit |
| Huh, I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit, got hit in their |
| shit (Smoked) |
| I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swarm this bitch |
| Uh, if I see car rentals to the parkin' lot, I left-right this switch |
| I'm goin' there like Tony, there's real niggas lookin' up to me, |
| so I stand all ten by my lonely |
| Huh, huh, I can't disappoint 'em (Ss), rose gold emeralds, pointers |
| I know you heard of Fatt Fox, huh, he make homies kill homies |
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| This shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" |
| (They watchin' us) |
| This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped) |
| This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy) |
| This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop off |
| your arms |
| This shit got serious, |
|
| the feds behind them drones |
| This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home |
| I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn up my links |
| I had the hood Fox 'nem on security |
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| the streets |
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