Look I been running through streets Ain’t no day off Made it home Just to Kick my Nikes off Made a bag Got the opps looking pissed off They just mad they ain’t do it Like we did y’all I got some shit bust down On my wrist too Took ya girl She bust down on a nigga too I’m from the hood Where they said I never had chance Now every time I converse You know I made a band I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea And I ain’t tripping bout them niggas Hating on me, yea I recognize thе devil Cuz I know his language, yea You givе her nada Want the whole enchilada I can do her proper Six figures on the collar Underground nigga Got the whole networth And You can Google it Be up by the next verse And This is real life You live In the metaverse I’m Killing up in the booth Wonna ride? Bring the Hearse Bet they know the truth When I pull up Man, these niggas want no smoke They just wonna roll up Highway nigga That done made it to the finer life All I buy is diamond rings All I got is shiney things All I do is do my thing And you know I stay fly Smoking like it’s high how Living like a mile high Crack a forty for the shorties That was ready to die Cuz it was me against the world When I was ready to ride Half a million for the house Think they got it from rap Half a million for the jewelry Think I got it from crack Say A prayer for the homies Ain’t no bringing them back Not the ones that died The ones that stabbed in the back Cuz they know where I’m at But they can’t come around Ain’t no giving you dap Ain’t no giving me pound And I had learned to adapt To this life that I made Ever since I got paid People learned how to hate I don’t know what it is That keep on turning you fake If you knew what it takes You’d be calling me great Look I been running through streets Ain’t no day off Made it home Just to Kick my Nikes off Made a bag Got the opps looking pissed off They just mad they ain’t do it Like we did y’all I got some shit bust down On my wrist too Took ya girl She bust down on a nigga too I’m from the hood Where they said I never had chance Now every time I converse You know I made a band I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea And I ain’t tripping bout them niggas Hating on me, yea I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea From the highway It’s forty-one to seven woods It’s understood From Huntington to Lorton It’s a hundred hoods And I recognize death I done seen it plenty times So I keep a nine Tucked down in my waist line I done lost a lot niggas I done squeezed a lot of triggers Chasing figures Swear to God It turned us to some gravediggers Hot winters Leave to cold summers Don’t get brave nigga You gone fuck around and drown Trying to ride this wave nigga Behave nigga Audubon Ave Yea we blaze niggas Raise Niggas Introduce em to the heat Braze Niggas Fade niggas Split’em to the white meat Blade niggas Slay Niggas What I’m trying to say We ain’t for play Nigga Two middle fingers Turned sideways, connected Respect it Niggas talking reckless I’m a check it Send a message Put some money on his Muthafuckin Necklace You guessed it We gon spin the block like Tetris I’m a workout with the simmi Trigger finger Calais statics Hit his bitch with the glizzy Not the one with the relish We outside with the fellas Niggas down for whatever Mount Vernon, multiplex RIP that shit forever No matter any weather I was all up in the mix Every time I rode the train I just had to bag a bitch I’m talking way back When Davy Fresh was J-Rich Living out in Gum Springs Plotting on a music lick, nigga Look I been running through streets Ain’t no day off Made it home Just to Kick my Nikes off Made a bag Got the opps looking pissed off They just mad they ain’t do it Like we did y’all I got some shit bust down On my wrist too Took ya girl She bust down on a nigga too I’m from the hood Where they said I never had chance Now every time I converse You know I made a band I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea And I ain’t tripping bout them niggas Hating on me, yea I recognize the devil Cuz I know his language, yea
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