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These niggas not me, they can't even see the shit
We grew up twisting fingers, we was hella militant
Right there on that fuckin block, what we call Ten Fin
Couples blocks from 10-trey, but they want no smoke with em
That was for Roseland then, now this for my fuckin Kin
Stay alive everyday, they try to snipe the kid
We was posted everyday, 'taine he was with the shits
Hell yea we EBK, we was with some Stones, with some bricks
I was out there everyday, while they ass lying tho
Remember when i had that 9 to my back, like rondo
I had shooters, like I'm ray, so i stayed calm tho
Now I'm up a couple bands, move around like Bron tho

She trying to hit my line, but ion take no messages
You can not get up with me, I am not direct with it
You can hit my manager, he read all my messages
I cannot trust you niggas, i be second guessing it
(What about yo opps tho?)
Aw fuck it, let em live, I'm too tired
Hearing niggas crying over relatives
(What about these rap niggas)
Man fuck it, now we win
They see i be reckless with it, they see that I'm killin shit

I be killing shit, smoking on the finest piff
Got that nigga mad as shit, you see what he pulled up in?
Smack em in his lips, if he fix em just to diss
You don't wana see that smoke, you don't want the violence
Please try again, i be walking with a limp
Can you please catch my drift, got JB i need a sip
Alone up in this bitch, but might leave with bitch
Take her to the crib, and you know just what we did

She trying to hit my line, but ion take no messages
You can not get up with me, I am not direct with it
You can hit my manager, he read all my messages
I cannot trust you niggas, i be second guessing it
(What about yo opps tho?)
Aw fuck it, let em live, I'm too tired
Hearing niggas crying over relatives
(What about these rap niggas)
Man fuck it, now we win
They see i be reckless with it, they see that I'm killin shit



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Writer(s): Tevin Ray
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