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[Produced by Fatin] We wild up front I let em know cause I ain't bout no stunts I need get back. My nigga ain't died for nothin And if if that man wrong in my eyes he realer And I'm killer, Afro splitter, and ex dealer Imma menace. Above them niggas They ain't swimming, Imma get em Filet them fishes in they skillet, they dinner Fuck em, I ain't hurtin for nothin A few struttin' at the pad, one's under the covers And her boob game buttons but her ass somethin She likes walks in the park, smokin grass, and fuckin' And my brother Jimmy had his dance wit trouble It's my brother. Stubborn as an ass. In puddles That's my brother. Now I gotto call my mother Lay it on her like butter. On the jack she cussin About he started gettin high and that spark the struggle He got knocked by them same cop busted your cousin He startin talkin to them boys tryin to shorten his numbers They hit em off wit a deal and squealed on the wrong cats Heard he was snitching and they came to give it all back Two niggas in all black wit a ball bat and a ball cap Plus more cats wit more straps Let em off at em. Now the Ds at my doormat Askin' me to chill, but it's real I'm off that I'm out to get answers and a reason fall back