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But this shit it be like, mm-hmm. By the way, punch me. Yeah. Yeah, I came a long way, that shit I'm bumming up. I had to switch my game Out, little nigga, you growing up. Got tired of petty plays on the gang, I Need fifty plus. Put fifty to his face on The gang, he gon' give it up. Nine-thousand-eight jungle baby, that be the zip Code. Told mom just wait on it, she gon' Be up in a big home. She wish I Took a better route, she gon' be there right Or wrong. Park it up and bounce out, watch 'em get close. Man, I be thinking to myself, I gotta make it out. It give me chills When a nigga see his daughter smile. She deserve the world and the gang, I need A mil' now. Yeah, I was fucking up, you Could say that I'm straight now. I rather take burner on the gang, that's my Playground. And how you say you gang if you Ain't never hang around? A real stick-up kid, young nigga, I ain't new To this. forty with the beam and it came With the cooler kit. Peezy busting back to back, He in a different coupe. You say you got Your strap, I got my strap, like what you Tryna do? We gon' double back and double back Until them niggas through. Uh. Took so many L's but it taught me how To make my moves. Grew up on South Walk, You could say that I'm a little screwed. Looking in the mirror like this the better me. If I had to pick and choose, baby, I'd Rather pick the streets. We gon' make it to The top, nigga, you and me. Baby stone gorilla in the set, I'm the MVP. I don't wanna hit your cousin for the MGP. Last nigga went against the gang, got a Two-two-three. Brownie gel scrabble with the crabs Up in CCB. If a nigga ask where from, I'm from JGP. Early morning spazzing, ain't no Passes when we sliding out. Nine bullets, quick to send shots, we on your Main block. Bullet shell shock a nigga life, we K this whole gang. Bullet holes whacked out, put A K on everything. J gang, STL socks with The flame strength. Uh. Sport mode the Benz all through traffic, ain't no Hiding out. Shoot a Ruger, bouncing out. Don't ask me who my rake about. Big hundred dollar stakes, I can't lie about. Switch on the Glock, it's a fully, ain't no Space when we pulling up. Big face walking in the hood, you better keep It tucked. Roadrunners do it up, C. I., Blow him up. I was taught to eliminate the suckers, taught shoot It up. Walking into Fendi, mixed designer, I ain't Giving up. Nigga said I DM'd your bitch, nigga, Who gives a fuck? Nigga said she bad, he Want a cuff, he better get a hug. Nigga said I DM'd your bitch, nigga, who gives A fuck? Nigga said she bad, he want a Cuff, he better get a hug. Bro, bro, he better get that bitch 'cause I'ma Really fuck. Glock 17, ten fo', and I'ma do It up. Nigga said I DM'd your bitch, nigga, Who gives a fuck?