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(I need to talk to Mike LauryYeah, you got Mike Laury)(Dubba-Aa flex)(Winning lottery numbers coming up)I can't quit at all, at allI ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, nigga) at all, at allOn my soul, at all, at allStay the same as my pain growridin' 'round with my bros (this is the sound)Ridin' in the Maybach, let's goTen M's up, nigga, let's goHe a dreadhead, my bro leave him dead in front that storeOn three different drugs tryna take away my painbut it's still gon' flowTry my hardest to put a smile on top my mansbut he still can't copeOn the highway, out the window, do somethin'Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot somethin'He a head hunter rude boy, trust nothin'She got a nice round bum, but can't paint her nailsDo a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summеrI can't figure how she comin', I'ma give hеr to my mamaAny minute, I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'ma slime himEverything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time himNiggas steady rappin', we be shootin' at the bitchSound of the stick goin' boom when it hitSound of the smoke, real loud when it's litStill let it off with a crowd in the midstBlack card, matte stick, I'm itDon't pick die if you try one trickRight gang, but she say: Wrong bitchYoung, rich nigga, he done took a wrong fixOverdose, can't shake back, noHarbor freight, get the Jack from the storeWhite trace, that's a whole lotta snowRidin' by my Kirk with a 30 and a poleWith a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vividBut I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji'sReal deal business, this real Blood businessReally spill those, dead bodies in the trenchesReal slime, that was my partner for a minuteContract from my brother when them hollows got up in itDodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent the menAll praise to Allah, one was dead in less than sixtyWe gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he missShooter aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodiesI'ma foreign my engine, take lots of narcoticsWhy they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that bodyThrough the house, the aroma, it cover the closetI don't say that ain't it, but I still wan' cop itI'ma flood out this bitch to whoever come cashPolice ran in this bitch, no one say nothin' about itI ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my lifebut take narcotics with my lifeCollect these bodies with your lifesend it to the Most HighestNigga showin' off, got it took when he got itNigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it?You don't know off the dome shit, can't writeWith the Glock when you see the kid, on sightBullets started playin' 'round with tension, got focusedGot another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke itTen grand, twenty grand, all night scopeWe're up all day high, we're up all day slowI can't quit at all, at allI ain't hurt at all, at allOn my soul, at all, at allStay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my brosRidin' in the Maybach, let's goTen M's up, nigga, let's goHe a dreadhead, my bro leave him dead in front that storeOn three different drugs tryna take away my painbut it's still gon' flowTry my hardest to put a smile on top my mansbut he still can't copeHerm steady talkin' 'bout: Top, just let me shoot him, noI can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out himI ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the roadDoped up, two or three tools, doin' showsForty on my teeth and two hundred for my poleThree hundred for my car, extra sneeze for the noseI be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phoneI ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my lifebut take narcotics with my lifeCollect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most HighestNigga showin' off, got it took when he got itNigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it?You don't know off the dome shit, can't writeWith the Glock when you see the kid, on sightI can't quit (quit) at all, at allI ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at allOn my soul, at all, at allStay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my brosRidin' in the Maybach, let's goTen M's up, nigga, let's goHe a dreadhead, my bro leave him deadin front that store (this is the sound)On three different drugs tryna take away my painbut it's still gon' flowTry my hardest to put a smile on top my mansbut he still can't cope
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