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Better know that I'm a snake And I'm a sneaky nigga. Each time I get the call, I be leaving Niggas. Mama upset, can't eat, poor woman grieving, Nigga. Nothing changed, I'm on TV, I don't play With you niggas. Still the same that'll spin broadly On you niggas. And empty a hundred out that K. Where you caught hanging is where you're left Stinking, you heard me? I been in the game, niggas know what I'm Bout. So many murders under my belt, I done Lost count. If you wanna be another number, My nigga, go ahead, drop your nuts and run Up, my nigga. We done hit you up, lit You up, twist you up. We done chop you up, pop you up, box You up. Now we done hit you up, lit You up, twist you up. Nigga, we done chop you up, pop you up, Box you up. Now we done hit you up, lit you up, Twist you up. And we done chop you up, Pop you up, box you up. Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, Twist you up. And we done chop you up, Pop you box you up. Hello world, I zip through fast in a yellow Pearl drop Porsche Boxster. Young mobster wilding obnoxious. Pop some in your dreadlocks, money man, not no Rookie boy. Glock cooking boy, I turn your bald Head into pussy boy. Off the gate, cousin, you Niggas gon' make me stomp and spray something. Spark and lay something, park the car, get out, Walk and spray something. Taught to stay thugging, Brought up in the shit that we call America. And in my hood, the laws of Scalibus, we All too terrible. If I live to be old, It's a miracle. 'Cause the way a nigga hating A bitch block, the shit's hysterical. That's why I keep me two big guns on Blast like a stereo. Come to your burial and Kill anybody else who kept you. Don't blame me, society changed me. Your heart white, you smash powder all night for The fast dollar. Cut off lights, we masked riders. The hood trash got us in a position we Can't shake. With bars we can't break and due To that, you ain't safe. 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