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[Intro:] What you looking at nigga? Got it on my mind [2] What you looking at nigga? This ain’t the time What you looking at nigga? What's up rollie? [Verse 1:] Boy I see you with your fake rollie But you trying to get your face fold in, I stay hold in You deep, I don’t need a clique surrounding me Out of bounds, I let the haters spit, believe me...shit Am digging into the graveyard, you love me You love me now, my fucking haters Oh praise God he made me with a big heart and big nuts Nigga what? See I don't give a fuck Give it up, for what? I’m the dope man cocaine, and the safe under the floor man Nobody know man, I’m tired of these whack gigs We jack fools, criticize how I will smack you They mobilize, I never die, you never whack trooper My tattoos for the bullets spitting at you And am mad, hold up boys See you ain’t ready for me See I am demon, screaming, ain’t no heaven for me [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I hear the whispers of pussy niggas and silly bitches Their conversation don’t hold weight Promise me partners these niggas they speak my name in pain We ain’t things forever may they remain in pain To live in silence is asking much, from the street talk You drop a mile like roller coasters and see-saws Rolling dices like, but I ain’t one to gamble Until it’s time for retaliation and lighting candles I just started in these streets trying to buy me weed Please believe me that there's a (Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear) Nigga trap you, what's up right beside you Keep it quiet and niggas end up sleep in silence Can't nothing stop the black boys,we go hard Hey, your people kissing pictures saying oh lord Lakewood nigga (Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear) When we beat this shit out if niggas we’ll drop this on you [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I don’t want to you looking at me keep your eyes closed Big pistol whipping in the temple, leave it mind whole Looking at me wrong, get you in a six A hundred nigga real quick ain’t no fake shit Mind flow, creep up in your condo Tie your baby mamma up, put her in a blindfold Don’t want her looking at me, what you looking at? Got her looking at me looking at me Got everybody looking at you Plus I’m trigger happy, especially when a pussy nigga looking at me wrong Bitch, cut four seven more shit, seven more bitch Bitch fuck around we could spoil you Fuck them other niggas crooked hard bitch We are you from front to back nigga, they know that not to fuck with that nigga I came up in the trap nigga with a lot of trap niggas That's why my money long and I got a gat nigga [Chorus] [Verse 4:] Ahhh what's happenin nigga, I’m from 37 that’s why I have a new nigga You better hope and pray that I don’t get mad at you nigga Because my gages, they got bullets, they go blast on you nigga Act fast C-Murder, we ain’t never heard of you I be with robbers and them killers that's for certain You can't hang with the boss and ain’t working Trying to bitch with us, it’s all murder Big Glock 40 and getting naughty Rap niggas pussy it’s a lingerie party I’m going to hit you in the damn you’re so horny I make the rollie hug my wrist, not too many young niggas thug like this Streets say they love this shit, ain’t no nigga come up through the hood like this [Chorus] [Verse 5:] Whatever happened to how we played it back in the game When it was hood, the streets ain’t clacking the same This fucked up, my so-called Gees back in the lane I remember right, 4D jack in the lane The hustle was tight, the snitching took slack in the game Fears a few pictures put a crack in the frame Shit went fuck, get whopped, back in the flame Just hustle a equation for a sack in the day Nigga forget about your homie when you cup that hack in your hand Everything was everything before we tracking the fame Soon as we start tracking the fame go to homie Blind by then hating fake villains The case solve, spilling his waste on To niggas we both fuck, which is crazy how once gangster get on some thug shit am, stuck with The same old uptown mind-set, came off the poof now that it’s uptown grindage [Chorus]
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