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Rich Made. Yeah. Yeah. Bust the seal on the Maggie, Now I'm in savage mode. Fuck on 'em like it's the last time I'll Have a hoe. She wasn't down for me for Real, so she had to go. Ain't no lackin', we bring every savage to the Show. We tryna off him on the low, That's all you need to know. She can't tell I'm in my feelings, but I Keep her close. Sometimes I think of shit I Really did to get some clothes. Anytime I'm in the booth, I open up my Soul. I ain't crazy, I've been talkin' to myself A lot. You ain't put in work, it's best You get yourself a job. Ain't nothin' in the streets, you hit a cell Or rob. I link my brudda, felt his vibe And I could tell it's up. Little brons doin' time he shoulda never got. Taz crashed the bike, I felt it for them Yellow blocks. That was my brudda, he was thorough, Solid as a rock. I left the ends and Came home, but it ain't what it was. Anytime the guys speak, I read between the lines. My pops copped my mixtape, he love to hear Me rhyme. They give you thirty-five for being Present at a crime. You ain't there, but they'll throw in joint Enterprise. Seen too many lit candles for some Friends of mine. I been heard 'bout niggas dyin' Since Yellow Signs, yeah. And I got trill nigga DNA. Before I crash, I'm puttin' niggas on that dinner Plate. They'll put that T up on your whip And track you to your gates. No lie, phone sussin', he gon' give me game. Niggas say they hate the jakes, but been givin' Names. I'm from the 'Nam, I still slide for The shit I claim. Shot my nigga in his Head and it ain't been explained. We don't just drill on back roads, we still Do the mains. They your star dog, I'm just Blowin' fumes of grade. Niggas tellin', get a twenty, charge it to the Game. I seen enough to make a motion picture. Niggas claimin' they my guy but won't promote a Nigga. But you meet a rapper one time and Post a picture. You don't owe me, nigga, But you don't know that nigga. I ain't in the mood, but jail calls, I Gotta pick up. I don't do balloons, nigga, I ain't sippin' syrup. Broke my mother off some paper that came from A stick-up. Ain't confused, still a goon, Always been a hitter.