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Lilrell86
2:44Get on feet with the chop, tryna touch that top, that lil boy run he fucked I don't speak on kills, I went on missions, niggas got sent up Get on feet with the chop, tryna touch that top, that lil boy run he fucked I don't speak on kills, I went on missions, niggas got sent up Paid the blood, now I eat brains for breakfast Plus I just love murder, tryna take something from a taker He got clapped, run out of balls He got hit up seven times and made it, damn that lil boy strong Interactive, shit get serious, shots vs shots, let's see who win Pop out double-breasted jeans, got the JN4 and the GN2 God bless me plenty times, I should've died, he made me live Take a risk, my mama need that big ass house sat on the hill I shed tears about my block, but I send more shots than I cry I'm telling y'all these ain't no rap, these watered down rhymes what I live When shit got hot I ain't gon' run a half I just picked up my ruger, you looking wrong Gon' move too quick, I'm letting the shots off through my coat I just hope my God forgive me for the shit I do to Leah Caught a bust, now I'm a rapper, fuck her good and I dismiss her Got a bitch so I can't kick it I've been broke and got it back Can't teach you something, just pay attention Me and Lil' Ken a rhyme striker Bust a window, tryna do it Get caught, then we've gone blast a million Ain't shit to go hoppin', I'm gone Take my life for what I love it Poppin' percs, feel like a zombie Losin' sleep, why I ain't depressed? Please don't ask if I'm okay 'Cause I'm not and since my broski died Been goin' through a lot Learnin' how to deal with pain Should write a book on how to heal Should write a book on how to kill Just get some gloves and masks And pay with cash and leave your phone at home