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My n*gga on the run still clutching his gun

Love him like a son but can’t do much but pray for him

I’m paying for his sentence

It kind of hurt to mention it

Little homie ain’t going to touch the streets the heat is in the city

I know he a hustler I really see him getting it

N*ggas don’t respect my vision

Cause now my scheme legitimate

Smoking out on the phone just bending corners like p*ssy n*ggas think I rent it

though

I was heated when you seen me

One man army ready for warfare no lieutenant

Just show me where a hundred rats

Get your four squares I’m a go get it

Back and forth to Kentucky with a load of midgets

A ten pack for my show tickets pulling up in my old six

Hold up the n*gga on the run who you was talking about

That’s the same n*gga the show promoter was arguing about

Second guessing finessing grab the rod and he rode em out

Car in front of the house anything attempting walking out

Plenty men get extensions go fill it with it be intention

Get the blick and the biscuit you flinch you gone get the business

Certified thirst for the grind work in the ride

Asking nobody for nothing you do it murder your pride

Women I have been with ten to flirt with the eyes

Deception by different methods a smile’s a perfect disguise

Momma taught me can’t be no hoe Captain Kirk on the side

Laughing ducking and trapping at first you thought I was blind

Look up wise and said Anna with Lito you getting knocked off

Leave a n*gga in Tennessee licking Louisiana hot sauce

Prolly think we just popping sh*t and not really my box

Tell the others in your front yard to block your whole block off

Left out the spot looking like I just got my rocks on

With a bad b*tch and a bag full of rocks and straight out the doctors office

I don’t know what you thought I would bother not to talk

But I got to tell you that I just bought a car better not talk

Out of town free brand and bee tow

Private eyes watch what you drive out the casino

Ding dong politely and pop you right through the peep hole

Lot of pounds allowed to if it weren’t prolly for Lito

Highway in our cars

Haul it off in the smarts

Shorty will be here shortly

I’m starting to call her Bart

Neck reminds me of Marge and she eat it from out the shorts

My life is tall in the mall copping collars as if I go

Follow that’s what I thought impala

Don’t know what they problem is but got too many dollars

And the lotto so I prolly won’t stop it until I own it

That strap got one in the hole cause somebody just shot my dog

Before I got myself involved

Rocking republic republican wish you a bunch of luck

If you love f*cking your publicist

Metaphorically speaking about to hammer

Tragic defamation of character equal damage

Can’t sleep for the peeping the cameras

Keep having dreams of them people beeping in on the scanner

I’ve been creeping to Atlanta

Play p*ssy heater the leader panther

Brought up in the streets I was taught to squeeze automatics

Three in the liter these are just how I have it

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