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Slidin' through section with a STL fitted back. I was raised in the jungle, shake the leeches Off of me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, bring the demon Out of me. I was raised in the jungle, Shake the leeches off of me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could Bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, Bring the demon out of me. I was raised in the jungle, shake the leeches Off of me. Hello. How you doin'? I'm the MVP. Talk to me and I'll talk back, this just Me in the rollie V. Tellin' me your nigga Lame, all he talk about is me. Only one that got a gun, he got stuck Like a icey tee. Real like L, that's my L-O-K. No face, no case, he bouncin' out on My day. I ain't gon' see him in a While, wish I could've took the case. Nigga shot me five times, but them bullet was A waste. I seen niggas lose they life 'cause They couldn't find a way. I seen close friends Change, but my loyalty the same. All us homies to this shit, I promise you Won't die in vain. It's a cold world, It's a cold, cold game. Ain't no switch up on this different one, I Shoot this bitch, go bang. Got this drank up In my cup, I'm feelin' it, no Kurt Cobain. Big gorillas, Freddie Miller, top rank, I'm Major Payne. Sun gon' shine when it rain, pop a Perky for the pain. chose the bag over your Dawg, I don't feel that. We made it out to get back and they Gon' feel that. We blew a bag to get A bag, I'ma spend that. You ain't bodybag shit, nigga, kill that. You ain't gon' slide, shut your mouth, you ain't With that. It's 'bout fifty in this semi, It take one to push your shit back. Four-five up in five, boom, get back. BSD walkin' down, threw it up, they like, "They Did that." Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm Wishin' I could bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, bring the demon Out of me. I was raised in the jungle, Shake the leeches off of me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could Bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, Bring the demon out of me. I was raised in the jungle, shake the leeches Off of me. On the streetside growin' up, man, We was slappin' all you geeks. I bust the bag and brought in so I Don't gotta touch the streets. Look at mines and You can see gun smoke comin' from the heat. Why the fuck you talkin' to me if we Ain't talkin' 'bout no cheese? Before you say somethin' to gang, excuse yourself And say please. Don't like people with handouts, I Call they stupid ass a leech. I'm slidin' 'round with Trey Pound, I'm tryna knock Him off his feet. I'm masked up, I don't Speak, I run up and start to squeeze. Got GSR on my sleeve, damn. Got in my nose, I need to sneeze so I can breathe. Don't wanna smoke that weed you Rolled up, I smell the seeds. I heard a song that you was on, I Swear to God that shit was weak. What kind of clothes do you got on? I swear to God that shit look cheap. Yeah, yeah, it's the killer off the block, the Energy. I go, I go so hard so my Fans remember me. I stand, I stand on business, Boy, you better not play with me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could Bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, Bring the demon out of me. I was raised in the jungle, shake the leeches Off of me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, bring the demon Out of me. I was raised in the jungle, Shake the leeches off of me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could Bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, Bring the demon out of me. I was raised in the jungle, shake the leeches Off of me. My son, that's my seed, I'm State state, but I'm still bustin' down. Makin' plays, I'm one call away, we gon' be Rich one day. I'm in another state, my top Down, I'm slappin' BSD. Remember I was broke and I ain't have it, Y'all ain't believe in me. Now we pushin' straight To the top, they wanna be BSD. We ownin' billboards, we killin' 'em, but they ain't Believin' us. Like next year when we pushin' Don's, They gon' be sick as fuck. We buy it, We blast it out, then we crash it, then We do it up. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, bring the demon Out of me. I was raised in the jungle, Shake the leeches off of me. Thinking 'bout my niggas, man, I'm wishin' I could Bring 'em back. Slidin' through your section with a STL fitted back. Fell in love with the trenches, Bring the demon out of me. I was raised in the jungle, shake the leeches Off of me. Yeah, Yeah.