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I be tweaking I be fucking fried
But they know how we coming how get down when it be time to ride

187 I'm a kill the track
Kind grew up hard so let me vent yea I be spitting crack

Yts yea I'm a young trained soldier yea that's how I bleed
Trying to take off with this rapping shit so I can take the lead

Focused on the millions not no bitches because they all sluts
I'm with Mary Jane smoking dope while I count blue bucks

Free my nigga O out that jam we like the hardy boys
Been humble with this rap shit now it's time for me to make some noise
Cocky but I keep it pose
Strapped up yea we play with toys
Time to take it global wit this rap shit not just Illinois

Watch snake niggas they be venomous
Backdoor and killing shit
With my niggas because they real as shit
My brothers too legit

Yea them niggas always taking shit
That's why we chalking shit
Thought my Brodie was a athlete the way he hawking shit

What's the word
Finally go bust me a swerve
12 be on it so I'm up in traffic can't sit on no curb

Boy wassup
I'm run this money up
I don't play the block all day I like to smoke and get put up

Trying to ball everyday
I got to make me a way
Trying to come up with a plan so all my boys can get paid

Fuck what the haters gone say
Because I made it my way
And u got to cherish life cuss life cuss every dog got its day

Humble nigga but In the booth I got to be beast
Tell them bout my life all the shit I seen up in the streets
It's crazy how a lot of bitches grew n they turned to eats
Sucking all type of dick seen all kind of meat

Trying to make it out but it's all type of odds I got to beat
When it come to bars I'm in my own lane niggas can't compete
I just starched the surface so just wait until I reach my peak
Album on the way I swear to god that bitch gone be a treat

And that's on gang
Yea this beat is off the chain
I be trying to catch a vibe Lil nigga trying to do my thang

Let it rain
It might wash away the pain
Trying to ball hard for my brothers but the vibes won't be same

What's the word
Finally go bust me a swerve
12 be on it so I'm up in traffic can't sit on no curb

Boy wassup
I'm run this money up
I don't play the block all day I like to smoke n get put up

Trying to ball everyday
I got to make me a way
Trying to come up wit a plan so all my boys can get paid

Fuck what the haters gone say
Because I made it my way
And you got to cherish life because every dog got its day

I be tweaking I be fucking fried
But they know how we coming how get down when it be time to ride

187 imma kill the track
Kind grew up hard so let me vent yea I be spitting crack



Credits
Writer(s): Marquise Parham
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