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Aye
Slay man shit, rghh
What's good, yea
I don't give a fuck, haha
Let me get the blick off the hip for this one
Got some shit say
Bitch

Right, ready to go in
Sick as a dog, where I go, I'm the showman
Bitches they love me, the way I approach em'
I stand out amongst anyone anyone in the junction
Poppin' like new years when I lead the function
Everyone wants to know just where I'm from n'
Bitch don't you know, this the muh-fuckin desert
We dumpin' these bodies in muh-fuckin holes n'
Jumpin' a bitch like I'm in lederhosen
Shots to his face, than we go and dispose him
Keep really close to these roads
And I'm holdin' this muh-fuckin' piece, like its glued to my low end
Peep all this energy switchin
This song is for you, if your stomach is droppin'
The shit must be written with you in my blessins'
Really just feelin' like fuck a religion
Really just poppin' at anyone steppin'
Smoke on this wood, and I'm blassin' the Wesson
Step on this beat like I'm gassin' the Tesla, took off on the plug
Next time have something better, hoe
I walk out in public, the shit really gets to me
Feelin' like everyone round is my enemy
Feelin' like every damn person is feelin' me
But lack the respect to be given my legacy
Strictly to me, to decide what I want
To sell out, or shoot out, that's up to the clock
These hoes, yo they act like they know me but don't
I been through a lot, yo that's where the talk stop
You go out in public and speak on my fame
Claim that you know where I been, who I am
Best believe shooters pull up in them veins
Bussin' these shots like they played with names
Names
Runnin' my city, bitch kiss on my ring
Best give me notice, you fly in on planes
Got mobsters, with shottas', like 70's days
Bury you deep in the desert, no shame
I'm sick of these actors, talk a good talk
But they walk different pastures
Plains ain't the same on my side
Shit don't matter, witnessed some shit fucked me up for the ladder
Chances were shit, no one had me at batter
Blunt got me blitzed to the max, pure laughter
Bitches roll up, than we turn to disasters
Ready to die like Osama's whole chapter
Ready to go in

Bitch
Ready to go in
Bitch
READY TO GO IN

Talkin' that shit in yo place, pull up to my face
Or get off my dick, might leave you dead in a lake
Muh-fucka', was born with these traits
Cut to the chase
My raps aren't a game, tryna spray all these tracers at once like some mace
Let's see who's just man enough, got what it takes
You think you a boss but you's really a fake
The grip on your waste, but you NEVER replaced
The first mag you put in
You really some puddin'
YOU AINT NEVER PUT IN NO WORK FOR THE STREETS
I'm pointin' my barrel all up at yo beak
Straight lettin' that bitch bop
BULLETS HIT TEETH
If you fuckin' with me, let it be known, I don't give a fuck though
We die for the love and the peace
And if you ain't really bout it, and don't want the violence
Please don't come up, talkin' some shit you don't mean
You know how many people who died in the process
And worked for the honor of being a G
You really just think you a set-claim, rep bangin' gangsta
Whos certified over a week
You ain't never caught shit
Court room nostalgic
Talk about the gang but you don't even really eat
All of these hoes wanna go and jump they ass all on a beat
Well than fuck it, we gone see how well this dummy-drummy beat
I watch a pussy motha-fucka' get him thrown all off his feet
And with the quickness, vicious, ima stab him in the fuckin' splene
Let a bitch suck dick while I'm playin PS
And PS, your bitch already gave neck
Ha
Bitch
You know what it is
Ha
Little dumb hoe