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(I got Hitman on the beat)
We screamin', "Murder"
Tell that bitch get out my business, fuck 'em

One of 42, this all custom (this all)
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you
My pendants custom, I miss you, this shit for nothin'
My issue with the state pen'
I know if Skeet could do it over, he'll take ten
I know Skeet could do it over, he throw that H still
My niggas caught so many bodies I damn near can't chill

Shit, it's war with whoever
I'm like, "Diesel in '02", I score on whoever
And I wish Dunk could see me now, doggie, I'm lockin' shit
A quarter mill' to gеt him our lawyer, let's lock it in
Ten million, all cash, what I want to drop again?
My asset's good, new estate in the woods
Used to have pit bulls, I replaced 'em with wolves
No more chasin' this dream shit, now dreams chase me

Like I ain't sipped in a week, boo, I can't even eat
I done gave niggas songs, niggas gave up on me
Val, you hurt my soul, I don't believe it, come home
It's like I need you more than ever
And since you've been gone, baby, I'm leanin' more than ever
I tried to keep it together
I know Reece smilin' down on me
My phone number changed, it's hard to know my homies

A colder shoulder me, it's not the old me
And I still remember everything you told me
We pickin' up the Richards, puttin' down the Rollies
And no, I'm not the richest, but I'm not the police
I took it on the chin, I ain't have no co-de
Told all my niggas win, they all said, "Show me"
And from that point on, everything on me

Fuck it, one of 42, this all custom
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, come see me
If he was still alive, I'll probably be somewhere with Reece
You and Rep followin' behind me in a demon
Gotti finna leave us, so if it's only us, it's for a reason
I ain't pickin' up, don't wanna kick it

Stayin' focused, runnin' up the chicken
Jazzy, what's the ticket?
Doggie, where the bitches?
'Cause niggas ain't playin' with us now, bro, I don't get it
Told you I was finna shut it down and I meant it
Still the turntest young niggas in the city

Fuck it, one of 42, this all custom
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, where Reece?
We was down, lost a couple rounds, but we still beat 'em
Bitch, we still undefeated, I'm the one and they see it
Nah, for real, niggas need us, lost some crack in the cleaners
Double back with the steamer, still got shit up in Zeamers
I don't owe 'em, it's sittin', tell that ho to get with me



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Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Shawntae Harris, Melissa A. Elliott, William A Hart, Gregory Martin Sanders, Dion Marquise Hayes, Julien Anderson, Thomas Randolph Bell
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