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I got a question

You take 5 niggas and shove em in a 4 door coop with a motive
3 niggas who know how to shoot
Now if two in the pin
And other two bit it
Did one not know? or
Did they call the opps digits

Philly bitter street bruh
Shit ain't sweet
Think you feeling a red dot heat
On a 360
Don't give you no time to retreat
You'll be full
Eating the concrete
Keep your ski mask on
Hiding from the opposition
Never know
Shop at Target, slipping, then he click it
Better hope the homie slipping
You'd be dead on sight
And bouls nowadays don't know how to fight
But it's the last man standing
It's a free for all
Waiting for his knee to fall
To slash em it's so tragic
And then the news like
"Tada, what ever happen?"
That's the city magic
Hiding they baggage
I could've packed pills like a CVS
Carrying cartel
And go suppress the stash
12 don't get no confessions
Learn that lesson fast
But they think the world's play pretend
So lemme ask again

You take 5 niggas and shove em in a 4 door coop with a motive
3 niggas who know how to shoot
Now if two in the pin
And other two bit it
Did one not know? or
Did the call the opps digits

Nigga change yo shit
Cause I don't do request
Bro they play you like a VHS
And they play me on stage
I get my cuts from diamond VVS
Dirty world but
I'm tryna be the best

I got my hand clean
But I know niggas who know niggas
Who hold and blow triggers
The chrome dome hitters
Home from the 8, go figure
My dogs out the litter
Hoes texting me quicker and
Quicker on my phone
I'm be killing
I just killed that shit in my zone
I'm just killing
I just killed that shit in my zone

Supa hot I rap and light the matches
Light on
Might have to beat it like I'm
Michael Jackson
Sha Mon
Sha Mon
Sha Mon



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