GTA

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Vending Machines, with a note to go hard
Tryna run around the block I swear I got no car
Get out the mud cause I been stuck in the old tar
GTA law on me, but Egg Roll got no stars

Crips and killas, mixed with lint from Dilla
Tryna stick a bitch but, this shit is missas
Windy days is comin in, I got my shit with denim
Broken plates and broken home, ain't got shit for dinner
I'm a mix of the greats, mixed with the shit from state,
Droppin shit to late, got a show to make
Notepads full of venom and missed marks,
Tryna hotwire but this shit it don't start
SMG on my shit bitch got no cart
Broken up again, this bitch got no heart
This shit, this bitch got no heart

Vending Machines, with a note to go hard
Tryna run around the city, I swear I got no car
Get out the block cause I been stuck in the old tar
GTA law on me, but Egg Roll got no stars

Runaways, stuck with a lost cause
Look at all the shit the money done got us
Trappin out the block, got the AR's and choppas
Duck and run I feel this shit, I'm dodging the cop cars
Egg Roll keep it hidden, don't mind some lost bods
I'm in my shit, got the keys to check it
We the new youth and we actin reckless
Runnin under bridge and yo bitch can check it
Got a couple opps but they learned their lesson

Vending Machines, with a note to go hard
Tryna run around the city I swear I got no car
Get out the block cause I been stuck in the old tar
GTA law on me, but Egg Roll got no stars



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