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[Verse 1] Nah King Mike G, know we stay OF till the death Best bitches get wet off of that pineapple express Thought I told you that that rain don't stop They ain't taking me in unless they bring like 54 cops Nigga fuck rules, fuck you, fuck a jail sentence All them fucking critics say my gang is a gimmick Make em say, "God". Pray to Odd, theres no other If I was 21 I woulda had the Fader front cover Know we keep it criminal, run up in your housing Young gunna been snapin necks since two thousand Never one for stress my nigga I just blaze Them LA streets is death like I was trapped inside a cage Now it's sold out shows, jumping off the stage But never lose sight, still lookin' for better days This is fire coming out them beats by dre But I dont even fuck with Kush my nigga I like haze