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Damn. Hood is fucking Harlem, Cali green and bloody Tears. Preaching in this pocket, They can't be another. Pipe all the diamonds out the pocket, nothing good. First degree robbery, swag then I hit that cut Look. Cash is in my hand and she ain't Focused on some good shit. Chicken make me toss so then I grab a Bag and start dip. Wanted, wanted on my lonely, feeling like my final Tip. Riding on my bike, my thirty-thirty like a Twenty nip. Stepping out the silver Ghost, these niggas is a Problem. I'm back to back, it's time to get get Keep 'em right behind them guns, fifteen my Different style. Even though I know the Lambo main is hard To they get it. In the summer, know it Make you sane, money, money. Who is with no hands on floor but main, You take no money. Eyes in and then the D Is brain. I'ma tell you truth for them, fuck your fucking Brain. Break yourself, bitch. Break yourself, bitch. Break yourself, bitch. Bitch. Break yourself, bitch. Break yourself, bitch. Break yourself. Break yourself, bitch. Break yourself. Break Yourself.