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That lil boy from florida yunno he in love wit choppas
Adrienne can't keep outta trouble he don't love his papa
He keep dat pistol paranoid he just Might stank his partner
He Don't got no trust for none these bitches so he quick to drop em
They got em fucked up now he trippin wont stop til he pop em
He kick yo door for dumb decisions he knock out yo knowledge
They say he shoulda been like Ariel and went to college
Amber struggling she got 3 lil girls his people facing problems
He in that cell and now he thinking was it really worth it
The months is passing and he aging guess them shackles working
But he got plans to run his future seen his people hurting
He jump out a nigga stop dat movement he might have to murk em
Dont make no moves den you wont eat so we gone have to work it
I told dat bitch aint shit fa free so she gone have to twerk it
You niggas talking to police well im gone call da surgeon
Doctor come den he cut out yo tongue yo lips tight like a virgin
I got this anger on my spirit i been tryna purge it
So you be cool n act a fool den im gone fuckin burn em
These bitches never heard of loyalty thats why they burnin
You cant be my queen no royalty til you show me you worth it

Reality im slangin iron I'm gone keep the 9
If its beef then we gone slide its gone be a homicide
If we pullup he outside then that boy gone diee tonightt
Stolo surfin kreeping quiet spinnin while you sleepin tightt
Reality im slangin iron I'm gone keep the 9
If its beef then we gone slide its gone be a homicide
If we pullup he outside then that boy gone diee tonightt
Stolo surfin kreeping quiet spinnin while you sleepin tightt

His 2nd mama ms marvetta she was preaching betta
He love her house because she teach her sons do what she tellem
He home alone he tryna blow his brains with that beretta
He locked down in mental chains crying his body wont let em
They think he straight he got a home but they dont know whats in it
His people always want his dome so he just keep his distance
He acting crazy pull dat chrome out put it on his sister
Tell dat hoe he really thuggin watch her mouf or she gone feel it
He play his cards right got a joker best dont make em deal it
He want dem answers he might beat you sensless til u spill it
He listen to youngboy and smoke doja and thank about millions
He wont be broke nomo chasin no hoes Thinking bout bitches

Reality im slangin iron I'm gone keep the 9
If its beef then we gone slide its gone be a homicide
If we pullup he outside then that boy gone diee tonightt
Stolo surfin kreeping quiet spinnin while you sleepin tightt

LONG LIVE GO KRAZY NIGGA, RESTUP QUON
RESTUP TMONEY NIGGA, THUG LOVE TO LA TOMMY
THIS FOR EVERYBODY WHO DONE BEEN THRU SUMN
YALL GONE FEEL ME



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Writer(s): Christian Browne
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