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You play too much. The love that we have for the streets. Niggas dying, mommas crying, all for the beans. Bodies flying, leaving faces on white tees. .45 leaving niggas on island beats. Oh, I'm on the block where it's hot. Seen a lot of shit, but that ain't nothing Sweet for Thot. Probably taking on that goofy shit, We running off. Oh, that's where my gang come out. We try to drop something. Chopper got a beam, make a nigga body flop Some. Gotta get my lungs out the beans like It's not one. Posted with the same niggas, everybody Got one. How you from the gang if you Never had to catch one? Lifestyle crazy, gave my soul to the game but They can't play me, yeah. I done been through the storm, it done rained Enough. Nigga tryna play, we gon' hang him up. We got thighs to the gang, shoot a nigga Brain. Shoot a gang, shout out to my village Guys, man. We on the laundry where them backstreets Get active. Roadrunners, cold bitches, Toe tags. Body bag, toe tags, niggas tripping and We purging. Z12, don't be nervous, clutching blicky While I'm swerving. They find us, what you doin'? I'm on the sucker side, lurk. Got a bitch named Latisha, she gon' fuck me For a Birkin. Got a ratchet-ass skelitty with a Back that ass perfect. Lost a couple homies, sometimes I cry, that shit Be hurting. Stabbed me in my back like, "Why You do that shit on purpose?" Run into that nigga, catch his stretch and commit Some murder. That bitch know I'm done, she can See it in my face. I been OG, I Just been riding around with Dracs. We gon' ball forever, do whatever that it takes. Real is really rare, I could tell a little Fake. I'm in the section with some steppers, they Don't ever squash the beef. We tagging toes and Clapping heats, that shit ain't never new to me. Yeah, I be really in the streets boy, ain't No fucking rules to me. Stop all that capping That you doing, you ain't doing shit to me. Don't stop at stop signs, you might just die. Man they asking what I do, I like to Smoke and get fly. Got this little bitch on The side, like what she sucking when I drive. I'm stacking money to the sky, don't be surprised When I start shining. Big money in my pocket, I don't really like them diamonds. I'm on that one mountain, you gon' steady see Me climbing. If I see the wrong thing, I'm Up in Polish, start to firing. Ain't ringing in different cities, I'm outside, I'm Never hiding. Chase like the hoop then y'all section, y'all never Hanging out. When it's game time, you go slide Or you on defense. They see I'm bumming up, I had to duck and dodge the leases. You know we left that nigga slumped, get low And start to creeping. Shots fired, man down, you Know we left that nigga leaking. He was dissing on the gang, now he mingling With demons. We gon' put him on the page And let the reverend do the preaching. We gon' put him on the page and let The reverend do the preaching. Bounce out, jog up, knock him down, he on The curb. Pop a Perc, smoke a wood and Hit his bitch, dip and swerve. I hit her from the back and she was Screaming out J. R. Military chopsticks, MPs for a nerd. FN, Glock nine, MAC-10 go to work. Yeah, his body in the clouds, but his face Up on a shirt. Pulling skits before the rapping, Means, yeah, they do the dirt. He from Compton, I'm from Jungle, but we quick To go to work.