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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

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