Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like OziumShorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleumNiggas actin' like my kids and they be older than himCan't believe they killed SkineyI really growed up with himI'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for himSpray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for themWon a Grammy and I couldn't even show it to himPut my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm himAnybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped onPull up from the three like StеphenAnd the coupe bald-hеaded like the other StephonPut my kids in private school so they could get they prep onThink my heart made out of TeflonWhat? What? Think my heart bulletproofYou ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie doPull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered tooI think they on the left, roll the windowhit the lights, boomEverybody wish they switched sides when we comin' throughEverybody wish they was inside when we comin' throughI pray that you ain't on the other sidewhen we comin' throughPTSD and I mean itNigga, Johnny got killed and I seen itI can't fight with these demonsTop shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demonsHope you know you gotta stand on allthat shit you been tweetin'Took some real niggas from meI could kill the whole world and I still won't be evenI be thinkin' 'bout my brotherswhile I'm shoppin' in Neiman'sReal gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cementWatch these hoes when you richthey play games with the semenTrials and tribulations, I face themProsecutors probably wanna case himSee my opps, I jump out and chase themI ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace themLove for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mase themShit, that's probably why they hate himTryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break himLook at my advance, it make me wonder, would I make them?But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank themVideo visits, he be smilin' on FaceTimePassionate, I'm talkin' with my handsthese ain't gang signsYou don't know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain't one of mineBraids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang timeNigga, I ain't got no kick-it for youI don't wanna make friendsI don't wanna make amendsI'm chasin' M'sYeah, facts
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Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium
Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum
Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him
Can't believe they killed Skiney
I really growed up with him
I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him
Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them
Won a Grammy and I couldn't even show it to him
Put my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm him
Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on
Pull up from the three like Stеphen
And the coupe bald-hеaded like the other Stephon
Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on
Think my heart made out of Teflon
What? What? Think my heart bulletproof
You ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do
Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too
I think they on the left, roll the window
hit the lights, boom
Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through
Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through
I pray that you ain't on the other side
when we comin' through
PTSD and I mean it
Nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it
I can't fight with these demons
Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demons
Hope you know you gotta stand on all
that shit you been tweetin'
Took some real niggas from me
I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even
I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers
while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's
Real gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cement
Watch these hoes when you rich
they play games with the semen
Trials and tribulations, I face them
Prosecutors probably wanna case him
See my opps, I jump out and chase them
I ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace them
Love for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mase them
Shit, that's probably why they hate him
Tryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"
Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him
Look at my advance, it make me wonder, would I make them?
But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank them
Video visits, he be smilin' on FaceTime
Passionate, I'm talkin' with my hands
these ain't gang signs
You don't know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain't one of mine
Braids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang time
Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you
I don't wanna make friends
I don't wanna make amends
I'm chasin' M's
Yeah, facts
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