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Woah, woah, woahOh, that's how y'all feel? OkayKeep that same energyWoah, woah, yeahWoah, yeah, woah, woahWoah, woah, woah, woahWoahNiggas go to switchin' sides, bitches go to switchin' sidesMy lil' brother walkin' on crutches, but he still'll rideI can't find the words to describe what I feel insideGo against the gang, you ain't heard? That's like suicidePillar box, grab a Glock, spray a block, that's how we slideSpin that bitch again, niggawe don't care 'bout who done diedGo to war with everybody if my crew decideAin't no fuckin' middle, nigga, better chose a sideNo respect for Instagram gangsters, gotta tag somethingHe was talkin' crazy, caught him lackin' at a gas pumpStart a war, then hide in the houseyou get your man slumpedShots out the Draco, ain't no chaser, got his ass drunkEvery time my voice come on the beatthat shit got mad bumpNudy smokin' fetus funk, check the score, they ass skunkHeadshot, his forehead lump, flip the switch, nigga, dump4l love me, they protect me, Secret Service like I'm TrumpYou can feel my presence before I came in the buildingI'ma put some condos in my hood, I get a billionLost my right hand and my arms and it killed meWash away the trauma with the drugs, but I need therapyMy daddy broke my momma heart, why she carry me?I don't respect him enough to even ask him for the clarityI just want my girl to hold me down and not embarrass meTreat me how you treat your Birkin bags, baby, cherish meYou heard I don't like you, nigga, now you wanna blast meIf you was a man, you would've had the balls to ask meI want everybody on, I don't care 'bout who pass meKnowin' if I turn my back, you probably still gon' stab meI ain't wanna jump inside the streets, but they grabbed meKnow you want me back, but bitchyou played me when you had meGotta make it home, I got some people call me daddyThey depend on me, that's why I bulletproof the CaddyTake a couple Ms, put 'em in a safeThen I took my brothers and put 'em all in placeI know niggas envy, I know niggas hateShots out the Draco, put 'em in his faceWhen it come to smoke, I'm givin' what they takeI freed up my calendar, nigga, pick a dateGot a lot to lose, tryin' not to bite the baitWhen it's up, it's up, it ain't never for debate
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