Ridin’ round the town sippin’ and swervin’ I’m goin’ hard, now you proud of me workin’ Young GunnaWunna, the boy bought the Birkin I got style, I don’t know what you heard of Talked to God, I don’t wanna get murdered Stay rock solid, you’ll get through the phase I count every blessin’ and count every dollar Quit flyin’ the G5, fly helicopters (fly helicopters) Sixteen year old when I shot my first chopperįlew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa Locka We from the sandbox, my dog since a toddler Never seen blood, that sh–‘ll turn burgundyįresh like the first day of school, I’m a scholarįound the solution and got some more problems I love the bi-es who say they ain’t heard of me Gave my bro twenty, he caught for a burglary If they gon’ catch me, them n-as gon’ murder me (oh no, oh) I be up thinkin’, that sh– do be hurtin’ me I wish my brother had made it out surgery I get to diggin’ this sh– when I learn you Get out my business, this sh– don’t concern you Say that I’m mean, what you mean? I caught youĪin’t have a coat, walked to school in a thermalīi-es you lookin’ up to, they’ll burn you How you my blooda? You say you gon’ pop meĭon’t mention my name if you mention them bodies “Who was the killers between the hood?” (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger) I was so sick and tired of n-as keep askin’ me Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn’t proud of me (Oh yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this one)
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