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Verse 1
Yo even if I just cooked up,
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause
In front of the store rockin
gauze in the woolrich
Blowin sticky green grass,
Or when they free Gotti, so
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
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Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
even if why'all guilty
Time why'all niggas come home,
Even though by then these faggots
probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real,
niggas why'all know the deal, uh
Verse 2
you expect, what,
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Never go in to trial, coppin out,
We could get it on, any way shape or form
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Any day of the week, Styles,
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Jada, and Sheek
makin it hard to eat
Verse 3
me,
Niggas made you rich and
now you act like this
guns to the triple beam
Fast, niggas puff hydro and
Fake niggas,
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I give your whole hospital room to yourself
That way the press and the cops run shit,
I even pick up your shells so
Dumb dumbs,
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle,
Walk by me, scream out,
"Somebody help this man"
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Not even life insurance helpin your fam,
Murderous gat,
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I leave it at
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that,
Interlude 1
Verse 4
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[Styles]
I won't stop til a thousand
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Pick up a quarter,
and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor,
bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
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Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
you smoke in the field
Outro 1
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