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Know they be stepping with fear like he really stepping on them
I know they open their ears and be like who better than him
It must be the jack of my hand * if I got a gawk on my hip *
It must be mistaken again cause fours not taste no bitch
We put them thirties on all our glocks not saving we spend them knots a car on the street that ain't never been seen
We sending it back to the lot thought she could dig in my pockets
Not sorry for spoiling your plot but color your toes get them right when you go to kick in them rocks
The feelings I got they can fit in the box angels around me when I'm in the field be swinging the stick like I'm playing with
Knots and why would I stop if it's all that I got ride on around my feet to the
Top we still got a whole lot of props *. We still got a whole lot of shots
I'm like what they gonna do in our park. Yeah, they gonna be hit by me and never well some tell me they forgot
They could have told me today night. I'm not how they gonna leave me, right?
My son my fans I've been waiting on jobs and you wanna block up and keep me in high
Service I'm gonna stop
The nerve you tell me to stop
The nerve you tell me the cop do this
the nerve you tell me to stop shooting
the
The nerve, you tell me to cop Deuces and hymns take a bottle to up
The last thing you seen was a chop The first thing you seen was a cop
I look in the mirror a lot And all I can see is a star
But all I can see is a block And they cannot * with my mind
But they been deceiving my heart Knew who you was, they don't like who you are
Workin' on * from the setters apart If the dead come with my spirit to part
Right on the earth, I'll be leavin' the mark You can get hit when you get in the field
So niggas like you better play in the yard Put this on Jay for my broad dog heart
Sittin' to pay for the gang, I got heart And they like this * gotta end
But really, it ain't even start I'm back in my feelings again
Gotta go for the brother I lost I'm tryna get rid of them niggas
But you know I don't care what it cost This * he be rappin' is false
Kill who, who he knocked off Don't shoot, he ain't my dog
That's you that ate my call My turn, don't hold that ball
These shots knock all y'all off Last * niggas pulled up here
This hunk, his ass can't hear Right there, they drop they tears
And the J's tryna take my ears But the jail don't bring no fear
That jail don't bring no fear
That jail don't bring no fear I'm gon' be right here
I'm gon' be right here