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So I should be saying things like that? Yes sir. Choose the sword and you will join Me. Choose the ball And you join your mother in death. You don't understand my words, but you must choose. So, Come boy, choose life or death. Gangsta Grillz. Word up. Can't be serious. I think so. You niggas can't be serious. I think so. Uh. It's what they wanted. Tough guy, not I, but the spot shoulda hot I. Finished with the spinach like a little nigga Popeye. Scarf by Scotta, boots by Prada. Hermès bag and rag, except for yada Tough guy, Not I, but the spot shoulda hot I. Finished with the spinach like a little nigga Popeye. Scarf by Scotta, boots by Prada. Hermès bag and rag, except for yada yada. Gangsta Federati chains hold my neck like a anchor. Love to my fans, you bought it so I Thank ya. If you're a hater, then I'm glad That I ain't ya. Couldn't see the light like Baby Jesus in the manger. We wanted this life, we salivated like wolves. Blow a hundred grand in LV leather goods. Lift up the doors, open trunk, open hood. Enzo horsepower, crank it up and hear the hubs. My notebook was my hustle and flow stash. Young and Ludacris, my life, it just crashed. Ooh, had a chilly chilly past. Look at the ice cream symbol, that's why the Nigga laughed. Yeah. Yeah. Gangsta. Yo. I'm all about angels, so I try to do That. But I only ended up with burning stubs On my back. So with that said, Lil' Skateboard's Back. On the corner doubling down bricks to sell That track. Trying to drive that just shit law. I'm laid back in the back of that Lay-Back. You know I'm puffing on a Cuban cigar. In Brazil with Hype Williams watching the playback. This is living, gotta watch out for the driven. They'll kidnap your understanding and stab up your Wisdom. Gangsta. One hit of that boy, boy, them Niggas is skitising. Hawk tie the family and Bloodbath the kitchen. This is a recipe to make niggas hate you. Face on Newsweek, the actress wanna date you. Ice Cream Boutique, the ice cream skate shoe. Twelve hoes in the women's American Bowl. Some more ceramic watches just to share with your Hoes. Goyard trunks to travel, There with your clothes. The engine just hums us Into air and it goes. Lisa's in the lavatory, she's puffing kush. Sarah's in my lap with her head humming Push. Shrimp and french fries right before I land. You take the ketchup and tell me where I Am. Greenland and it's your motherfucking man. Shout to the big homie Greenland. Yes sir. DJ Tom, Skateboard P. You know where to find me. Shade 45, Friday nights. Affiliate Street Food.