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It's that Nahbro shit, nigga. That BSF shit, nigga. That Goon Music shit, you heard? We here, nigga. Yo. What? Thoughts of a criminal, uh, ways of a Gentleman. I keep drip on my bitch 'cause I Cut out the middleman. Fuck Focused on Benjamins. They ain't in the game, they scrimmaging. My clique is infamous. So dope, know we on Businesses. My shit is different, bag bigger and Sneakers limited. Fam criticize me for selling dope, But need me on Christmases. Show you a different life, I just hope that You stick with it. If you gon' fuck with A nigga, fuck with him for his benefits. Fuck 'em. Save yourself, nobody loves me neither. Nobody love 'em. They only love you when they Need you. When you make it, they believe you. Looks deceive you. To me, these niggas see-through. I don't need you, I don't see you. I'ma bleed you and feed you to my people, Uh. What? Don't need you. Yo, I will bleed you and Feed you to my people. I don't need you. Nigga. And feed you to my people. What? Yo, ayo, my whole gang ready for war. That's right. You can hide if you want. Catch you slippin' and we comin' through your front Door. that. You can't tell me nothin' 'bout drugs, What? Had the trap house jumpin' on your street Like double Dutch. Had to, twelve phones in twelve Months. Right. I got knocked and bailed out so Fast, I didn't see a cell once. Niggas rappin' 'bout the shit that you saw. That's right. I'm rappin' 'bout the shit that I Did. Talkin' funny, I'ma open your wig. I will. Talkin' money, then I'm openly with it. What's Hit your plug spot or run through his Crib. That's man know that we did it, but He know we some killers. What? So I know he gon' chill before we pay Him a visit. Ha. Take the chain off your Neck if I like what I saw. Put your brains on your steps right in front Of your moms. All my niggas got blood on They hands, drugs in they plans. My fiends fell in love with the grams, I'm Bubblin', fam. True. An ounce of coke got me in the game. It Now I'm in the Range swervin' in the Rain. Right. It's our time, niggas know the name. What? It's our time, niggas know the name. What? An ounce of coke got me in the Game. It did. Now I'm in the Range swervin' In the rain. Right. It's our time, niggas know the name. They do. It's our time, niggas know the name. Right. Yeah, Uh. I'm a narcissist. Okay. Got the belt like your father's pants. Light 'em up and kill 'em, that's a Carter Spliff. They ain't catch it yet. They ain't catch They just target it. So when I go too far, just know they Started it. did. Yeah, underrated, But I keep heat. Heat. I should be higher than the cheap seats. Cheap seats. I write pain, everything up on your Sheets bleed. It is. Used to chirp the connect, Y'all dyin' for a retweet. Get it? You see the difference in the times. They do. My fiends came back, they saw the Difference in the dimes. Yeah. We ain't paid more, so they weigh more. Real shit. work out in the street like I Stayed sore. My work Mine's like a mine, stepped On it, that's a claymore. Boom. You ain't goin' after the crown, then what You play for? What you play for? My old heads rockin' Rollies in the dive bar. Burgers and beers, but keep they money five star. Yo, the back block reaper, M3 beamer. Half knot in a dead stock sneaker. Stock. Put your mascot in a sleeper. You know the procedure. Piper known evil. Uh-huh. Roll reefer, cook coke in gold beakers. Shouts to shot callers, gatekeepers. Y'all. Cop killers, cane dealers, and my pillars. Harm for cynics and harm for civics. Armed with rippers. Yeah. Better hope this shit is All just lyrics. Motherships run the extracts in it. Cats sayin' they the best, well, I don't set That limit. Nah. Catch 'em backstage, they actin' Timid. I crack necks, suck breasts like a newborn. Uh. Fuck your couch, I'm in the club on The cushions with my shoes on. In the kitchen baggin' Ari out of Tucson. Ten bricks in the Yukon. Talk slick, get moved on. Whips out the DuPont. It's fast. Yeah, Uh, uh. An ounce of coke got me in the game. It Now I'm in the Range swervin' in the Rain. Right. It's our time, niggas know the name. What? It's our time, niggas know the name. What? An ounce of coke got me in the Game. It did. Now I'm in the Range swervin' In the rain. Right. It's our time, niggas know the name. They do. It's our time, niggas know the name. Right.
DG Leos — Alfa
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