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Put some juice on my wood, I let the Lean stance Pop a Perc, clutching on this Glock That's in my right hand Got a nigga watching Out for dome time, I'm leaning Yeah, and we gon' catch up with them busters We ain't fuckin' with Sending shots out to sucker Side you be duckin' with Still ain't never turned Down no fades, I be runnin' shit Just a Lil' bust down fit that I'm joggin' in Big Sad said that nigga, he a buster, he ain't Logging in They said these niggas strolling up in The county and be calling in Nigga got to Talking out his neck, don't rep, then get his Tooth Thunder dorm troop from MCJ down the wayside Nigga can't tell me I wasn't walking down that Main line MCJ, phony 700, I'ma bang mine Squabble Up, we thundered after showers on that main line Throwing up that big ass, Jungle's, I'ma die beyond World running, still in the field, I'm out here Paper chasing Mama looked me dead in my eyes Like, "Son, you gon' make it" Same young niggas Yeah, we something like the Big Three Still ain't Update the resume, get away from me Been down For too long, yeah, I want the greater things I want big bands and private jets, but that Ain't great to me I'd rather fly my family Out of state, nigga worry-free My niece asked was I famous, I told her, "Probably" Section 8 living, Mom struggling, but she made it happen Christmas Coming up, I want them J's, I should've stacked It Ducking 'bout to crash, hit the gate, shit, I could've stashed it Sometimes I think to myself, I should've skipped the classes Audubon hallways, We always used to get it cracking Teachers calling Mom's phone like, "Why your son always absent?" She ask me where I been, in the streets Tryna make it happen I guess I'm seeing greater Things, man, I gotta have it On the set, Play me like it's that, then I'm mad, nigga Chase him down, caught him, he ran, he was A fat nigga Leave him quirked, catch him in The tank, we gon' max niggas Run up four Fades, ball him up and we gon' pack niggas Problem with my baby mamas playing with my kids Caught up in this life, I'm sending bitches straight To Fed That lil' nigga smoke, can't speak on What we did He was living like a ho, When he die, he still a bitch I dropped two Perkys and my Fanta, it's just Not enough And you ain't tryna hop in here Or gang 'cause we got Glocks and stuff Heart Broke, watch me pour this pain inside my coffee Cup Jungle Stonz and Gangstas to the top and You ain't stopping us Smoking cookies and wasabi, I'm with Big Sad Popped it on a hundred Hundred, that's a big bag Bust down on my Ex-bitch, now that bitch mad I know y'all niggas Never hanging out, I just slipped past I crack It off and go straight to the hole Bury My lil' nigga, that shit fuck with my soul DPing niggas, how you trooping with no pole? Coming like '03, never been, never fold Tuck my Fingers up in the air, I throw gang signs Boy, you seen yellows, you ain't never see that Main line Suck my dick, then she get to Calling you on FaceTime Pop the strap up, You ain't tripping, it gon' bang something I walk In the dorm and peel, they like, "He banged Out" My enemy's hoods is tatted and they wacked Out Straight to the bag with fades, we gon' Rack bucks I took a five, man, for one-on-ones, I'm five months I ain't turn nothing down, don't Care if niggas sized up Said Baby Stone thing, Tell them niggas that they time up We the Reason niggas got funerals to tend to We the Reason all of opps' boo scared to come through We the reason that your hoods, all y'all scared To hang out That nigga Yeaning, he was in The bounty tryna phase down I asked about you, All your homies, they laugh about you If you Ain't never slid, you can't stand around me You Ain't fully active, I can't do no song with You My Baby Stone's birthday turned the Jungle to A zoo August to the park, we gon' squabble, We gon' shoot We gon' slide and double back And kick your candles over too