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Not Johnny, 'cause, hell nah, manShit like that was difficult, was likeWhen bro passed that shit wasIt wasn't expected 'cause likeLike that ain't no nigga you thought that would dieYou know what I'm sayin'?Nigga always had a good eyeNigga always on point like the way he move likeSo like hearin' Johnny died, like what?Like that nigga was untouchableTattoos cover my faceScars on my whole bodyOn the cup bad, I'm missing JohnnyI had shootouts with him right beside meCode of honor, man, it's understoodI gave everything to my hoodCall me pussy, boy, I wish you wouldFuck a shooter, nigga, I'll do itHundred M's, I done ran through itIced the bros out like I'm 'posed to do itYou think I'm bluffin', nigga, call my jewelerTwenty chains like I'm Rick the RulerLate night serving, it was just me and my RugerHollow hit your head and matter come out your medulaWrecked the hotbox on the move, my mama called a UberScared to be myself around you, feel like I might lose youLarry got killed with his mama, I broke into piecesI'ma up this bitch and blam soon as you get to reachin'I was adolescent thuggin', didn't no OG teach meTreated buddy like my blood and he was fuckin' leechin'I just want the best for you, my nigga, I ain't preachin'You got envy in your heart, and that's why we ain't speakin'Soon as I became successful, like our bond weakenedBetter thank God that I ain't smack your assAnd leave you leakin'Tattoos cover my faceScars on my whole bodyOn the cup bad, I'm missing JohnnyI had shootouts with him right beside meCode of honor, man, it's understoodI gave everything to my hoodCall me pussy, boy, I wish you wouldFuck a shooter, nigga, I'll do itWorth some millions, I was still posted in the trenchesWartime we goin' for it, like it's fourth and inches (phew)Poured a four of Act' with Gilly 'fore he took his sentenceOld days, he was twice my age, not to mention (yeah)I told Kobe not to walk home, but he didn't listen (mhm)I heard every shot go off when them nigga hit him (damn)Before this rap shit got turnt, I really been on missionsThat's why anywhere on earth, I blend in with the killersStill remember that first hit, I blew a 32, whole sixBack and forth, now this bitch litI had to graduate to a stickYou ain't never pull up in four whips, jump out (skrrt)Leave everybody on they shit (grah)I got aim, I don't need no switch, no capI'ma empty this bitch quickCan't believe that I got richDad to move my mama way out to the sticks'Cause nigga wickedI couldn't end up like some ones I once lovedAnd be a statisticAct like hoes 'cause they can't kick itOr worse than that, they turn to witnessesBeat the streats, sometimes I miss itDead friends tatted in my skinI lost Greg, damn, I miss my twinI lost Rock, all I did was spinSwear to God, I would do it againIn my feelings, got me drug abusin'Only thing that saved me was musicGot my Glock on me, I'm ridin', cruisin'Fuck a hitter, nigga, I'll use it
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