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I got enough tears to fill the oceanfor all these losses took in this shitGot a cousin I ain't seen in yearswhen we came up, sleepin' on the same bedAnd my main dog maxed in the fedkept my lil' one names off warfareJunior Boss went out, his gun blowin'always said he'd take a nigga with himRider squad goin on a rampage700 Block kill niggas, madman (Murk)We gotta fill up this painit ain't no comparing what made niggas feel (700)Lil' homie just threw back three pillshe starvin' for bodies, he ready to go kill (Get)Hide the Draco, the TEC match the [?] (Woo)Red tomato, tonight, it's [?] (Grr)Had the powder goin' crazy in the kettleHad the stylist coppin' me, you ableMan, this loyalty rap shit is realyou hold on a nigga, you [?] like [?]Took an Indian ho all my pesosHad to pop me a bean, pour some TrisTook some niggas off that I forgetHope the carbine don't catch up and get itTo the DA, he done brought up a testEverything tens, the four is the checkMy dog, he was slidin', now we're still on a jetThought of my granny, my tears on my chestChill with them killers since I was a jitRaised in Lil Mexico, niggas in trenchesBarely from twelve, addicted to steppin'I know that gun is too rented to be flexedDon't speak on my fam 'cause it'll get tenseHo leakin' my name, I might get her spentI'm runnin' my hood from a whole 'nother state nowSkyami the playgroundI done ran up a check, I done bought me a cake nowI can go buy a case nowAll the shit I done did to come upout of state now, plus a nigga get laid downSoon as Josh got out, gave him bag of that blue shitCouple Cubans, some rocks, and some new shitPlenty hundreds, don't know what to do with 'emI was happy my bitch got a new niggaI'm a street nigga, I'll never be cool with 'emHo get out of pocket, nothin' to do with herPlug you like a socket, kept it true with you(Freeband, Freeband Gang)So many tears, I could fill up an ocean'Fore the fame came, I was already in motionAnd some my young niggas playbest believe niggas soakin', yeahOut of state, up a stash, two hundred, I'm coastin', yeahCan't forget about Man, he was there before all this, yeahUncle Snoopy got killed, he the reason I'm an artist, yeahI was posted on the corner, I was goin' my hardest, yeahWalk you down in broad dayniggas know where my heart at, yeahOn the avenue, yellin' out, "354 shit, "nigga, kick in your door shitI was servin' my auntiewhen she was a dope head just to go and cop DolceAnd my shirt button open, I do thisI'm focused, you can feel my emotionsGet to trippin' on niggasI know I'm the chosen 'cause when I was the brokestI'll go solo on a mission, a nigga gettin' activeNigga ain't never gon' bap 'bout itCooked a four-way right up at the crack houseAny problems with niggas, gon' crash outCooked that nigga, we gave him a smackdownWhen I send 'em, I know they gon' tell shitOut the kennel, my dog like a hell-pitLeft me dead, I survived, but you left meEvery day, I preach self-destructionDon't come lookin' for me at the wrong timeGot a thirty like Curry right past nineFuck with G, niggas know I'm gon' frontlineSit on niggas 'fore we get 'em hunted downRealest shit ever said, ain't no punchlineSo many tears, I could fill up an ocean'Fore the fame came out, was already in motionAnd some my young niggas ready to leave niggas soakin', yeahYeah, out of state, up a stash, two hundredI'm coastin', yeah
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