| I don’t even like speakin' 'bout this shit
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| Shit is what it is
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| See, Ksoo make your face go, oh
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| Trade in my Glock for a Draco, oh
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| Step on that boy because I said so
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| Peep myself for what? |
| They’ll bust his brains soon as I say go (Bang), yeah
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| Killers on alert, posted on the block with me, yeah
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| Made it out the hood so we all can eat, yeah
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| Said fuck the teacher, we was taught the streets
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| Don’t trust that nigga, fuck that ho, don’t make a move without that iron, yeah
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| Bust that bitch brain, no, I won’t leave a witness, yeah
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| War with the world, I told 'em come and get me, yeah (Come here)
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| You think I’m pussy, show you that I’m with it
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| We trace his steps and get his drop, I’ma make sure I hit him
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| Sin City robberies, soldieries
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| All-black tree fitted (All-black tree fitted, yeah)
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| Walking free, murder be underneath, no one seen
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| Nobody know he did it (Nobody know he did it)
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| Two months later, he was a victim (He a victim)
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| Yeah, he lackin', normally, he the one with it (Yeah, he lackin')
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| Clutchin' extension, but that day he wasn’t on his pivot (Wasn't on his pivot)
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| They hit the whole car, tryna kill everyone in it (Ah, fuck)
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| Just turned his killer rate up, we know they out to get us
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| My brother got shot up in his shit, for that, they locked me up (Damn)
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| They tried to accuse me for that shit, even brought charges up
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| Police told my mama, «Don't trust Ace, he the one who set it up»
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| Now I’m fed up with this shit (Damn)
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| Got shot in my ass, so it hurt when I sit
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| Man, I hate when I shit
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| Hate when it’s cold, man, them bullets get to moving and shit
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| Who the fuck cut the AC on? |
| Been lost my cool in this bitch
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| Ambulance rushin' down the street, but no one can save us
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| No pressure on my hand, left my body disabled
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| Royale screamin' at my mans, told Royale to get up
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| I ain’t hear Quan say shit, I know them boys had did us
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| Damn
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| Ayy, I got moments I wish I could take everything back, layin' on that cement
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| Thinkin' 'bout all the times we done had, you heard me?
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| Picture 4 in the backseat (4)
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| I shed a tear every time I see Malik (Malik)
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| 'Cause every time I look in his eyes, I see you (I see you)
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| Hoping this memory don’t fade away of you, yeah
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| 23, I wish you could’ve met your son (23)
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| Ain’t no doubtin' this one, ain’t no question he the one
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| Like Uncle Ace here with Quera, she just turned one
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| Know you’d be disappointed in me 'cause I ain’t talk to mom, yeah
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| Let’s kick it back to all this other shit (Oh yeah)
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| So much shit been on my mind, but it seemed irrelevant
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| I had some problems in the way, but I got rid of it (But I got rid of it)
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| Can’t be afraid to swing at curveballs, some you hit or miss, yeah
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| But I’d be lyin' if I told you I was happy
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| But you know I keep it real, I just be cap-free
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| My heart so broke, most of the time love distract me
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| Still got my fingers crossed, I hope my bitch don’t leave me
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| Paint the city red, we just shedded blood
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| It was a mess inside the field, my killers cleaned it up
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| Hollows knocked that nigga face, he couldn’t get up
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| Every problem in the city, they tend to blame us, yeah
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| If I could take it all back, I probably wouldn’t do it
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| Probably wouldn’t be the man today and the pain I stood
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| But I’d do anything to have them back, let’s get that understood
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| Seem like it’s hard for me to die, I know y’all wish I could |