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Ayy. This shit. This shit, this shit. My life, my life. Nigga, this shit brazy. Uh, Nigga, this shit brazy. This shit, this shit, this shit brazy. This shit, this shit, this shit brazy. Nigga, this shit brazy. Oh, Lord, oh. Nigga, this shit brazy. Look at my life. Been through it all, got Bullet wounds twice. Still don't know where it came From, yikes. Why everybody want a piece of my Pie? I, I gotta keep guns with me. Shit real, I ain't tryna be pretty. Paranoid, got this Henny in my kidney. 'Cause I don't know if they with me or Against me. They always said this was how it's Gon' be, but me, I ain't wanna believe. They don't wanna see a nigga with the green. With the green. The reason for the forty cal With the beam. With the beam. The devil's on me, got me trippy. I used to party, I went Scotty like Pippen. Now I don't trust niggas and I stop invitin' Bitches over to the crib. They can't know where I'm livin'. Shit brazy. This shit, nigga, this shit brazy. Oh, this shit, this shit, this shit brazy. Oh, Lord, oh, Lord. Nigga, this shit brazy. Oh, shit. This shit, this shit, this shit brazy. Verse two, verse two. I got too much to spit for verse two. Verse two. Just be careful on how you approach Dude 'cause he done already heard about what you Wanna do. Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia down in Killer California. What's they motive? What's they motive? Shit, I'm the closest with some Money that they know of. Lady problems, family Problems, homies problems, all this drama on my Mama. This the type of shit you swear that Ain't a sinner. Grandma, pray for me. Devil, keep away from me. Fell out with my day one, that was my Ace to me. Mind blown, somethin' different when I'm On. All this shit got me in another rhymes Zone. Lately, I been at home. I grab the pistol when I answer the door 'cause shit brazy. This shit, nigga, this shit brazy. Oh, this shit, this shit, this shit brazy. Oh, Lord, oh, Nigga, this shit brazy. This shit, this shit, this shit brazy. Didn't ask for this, but I asked for Ain't Complainin' 'bout it, gotta find our ways. Gotta master big, gotta put cameras all around the Crib. Gotta, gotta wear the vest like a bib. Got some, got some problems by a whole lotta. So I stay dangerous, Osama. Nigga said he heard about a million dollars. So I got a bulletproof done. Pull up, man, I'm 'bout to lose it. Homies I gon' fuse with. Money get involved, it's all bad, they switch too Quick. It's too sick. Thought you was realer, my Nigga. Got popped, you ain't do shit. Thought you was my killer, my nigga. Oh, shit get realer, my nigga. When niggas know you gettin' scriller, my nigga. I don't know what's gotten into my nigga. 'Cause from day one I was with him, my Nigga. This shit brazy. This shit, nigga, this shit brazy. Oh, this shit, this shit, this shit brazy. Oh, Lord, oh, Lord. Nigga, this shit brazy. Oh, shit. This shit, this shit, this shit brazy
YG — Still Brazy
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