[Part I: 21 Gun Salute]
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\n[Intro]
\nAyy, no bap, no bap, no, ayy
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\n[Verse]
\nI just stopped for a pic with a fan with F&N, It was still in my hand
\nTold me all love, but it's a sayin’
\nThese niggas ain't playin' and for sure it ain’t fair
\nNo question, it'll happen, it's the when or the where
\nI poke my chest out
\nThinkin' what I say before it let out
\nBitch played stupid, stuck there now
\nWouldn't wanna be him when they seen him, they gon' bail out
\nVery, very scary like Fredo
\nShit a happen same time the mail out
\nClaps and applause like a sell out
\nJesus piece, sixty thou', I'm never goin’ to hell, nah
\nMy bitch goin’ on with shit that she know I don't care ’bout
\nProbably tryna see what I care about
\nI was just a boy in the bity, I'm the mayor now
\nI don't gotta hear 'til they say it to my face
\nSo I guess I don’t hear now
\nHow you teach a Gemini they place with a pocket full of dead guys?
\nMarathon never was a race
\nRIP Nip, yesterday I bought an eighth from BH
\nKeep ya eyes open, never be late
\nPray to God while you high, but don't forget to give thanks
\nRub the wrong niggas wrong, you could end up bein' late
\nNiggas real life food, and you ain't gotta say your grace
\nTune go tune pace, hunnid in the school lane
\nI'm boolin' in the trench like I'm sellin' Blu-rays
\nEighty points in the tennis, could use a Gatorade
\nI spend cash money, so it's never rainy days
\nI'm the neighborhood Sonny, Michael Jackson, some days
\nI'm teflon tune, mob boss, front page
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\n[Outro]
\nNigga know what's goin' on, ayy
\n"21 Gun Salute"
\nYoungin'
\n"21 Gun Salute"
\nSalute, salute, salute
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\n[Part II: Represent]
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\n[Intro]
\nWest side dope ain't shit, man
\nI know 'cause I'm from the East Side
\nThe best dope is the East Side dope, you know what I'm sayin'?
\nAyy
\nYup, yup, yup, yup
\nI'm drinkin' that boy, I feel like BG them (Haha)
\nAyy, tell that nigga Cho bring me a blunt in here, don't stop the song though
\nAyy, ayy, ayy
\nAyy, ayy
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\n[Verse]
\nAyy, I'm my side crazy, these bitches yellin', "Pay me"
\nYou niggas pushin' daisies, my bitch want me home
\nI'm drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold
\nYou make a lot of noise, it be a nigga, fix your tone
\n5.7 baby, it look like James Bond's
\nRepresent the navy, we don't condone snakes, we just say it
\nA nigga get bit, you on your own
\nTryna hide the cup 'cause I'm grown, but I think it set a tone
\nI could care about a lot, but I don't
\nIt's a difference between a not and a won't
\nAnd I'm not gon' crash, but the way these niggas play, it's not a won't
\nTell a hater touch grass, tell a bitch get what she want
\nRussian guns for my brother, French tips on a ho
\nGet a Rollie for my mother, that ain't even what she want
\nLove the game like Brady, can't leave for a ho
\nI been back poppin' Xans, you better leave me alone
\nAsk the devil for a dance, and I treat her like a ho
\nI be everywhere you won't, OG said I'm actin' slow
\nI responded, "I ain't actin', I'm just givin' what they want"
\nI been drinkin' that dope, I could never get a cold, like
\nAyy, I been drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold, like
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\n[Outro]
\nAyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
\nNeptune got ya' bitch, Neptune, clique up
\nAyy, left town, got them stretchers hunnid thousand quicker
\nMoney go up the river
\nAnd I'm a [?] like a [?] boy
\nMLB, Capo
\nNeptune reloader
\nMhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
\nMhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
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\n[Part III: Oath]
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\n[Intro]
\nYup, yup, yup, yup, yup
\nAyy, yeah, what? Ayy
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\n[Verse]
\nI can't get enough of drinkin' in a drought shit
\nSlut her on a couch shit and that go for the boss bitches
\nMy lil ski 'nem on that dumb shit, sometimes I fund shit
\nFuck the 12s and the judges like Ms love 'nem
\nLil' bro throw fours like they Dugg 'nem, I'm still a thug with them
\nThey ain't got my number, but it's love for them, I gave enough to them
\nNew whip like GTA, that Lamb' truck kitted, it look like dub edition
\nThat boy can't eat, he ain't got no hustle in 'em, can't even drug it with 'em
\nI can't even eat 'cause ain't no drank, know you don't relate, you punk sippin'
\nPost two-hunnid straight out the bank, but never show the gun with it
\nShe play her part, and I got love for her, don't let me use you (Don't let me use you)
\nI live fast, I know that God really put me here to do music
\nI tricked a Eve 'cause I'm a snake, I bit forbidden fruit too
\nHow ya brodie killed your brodie, and you introduce 'em?
\nImagine you was high as me, this dumb ho tryna seduce you
\nBae, I cannot lose you, I was cryin' for help on YouTube
\nI'm ridin' in this clean-ass car like striker, that's that shit, amuse you
\nThat's the shit you used to, I'm like, ayy
\nIf I was in Tony position, I'd probably sniff it too
\nPower to the head with love, no one to give it to
\nIf I was in Tony position, I'd probably kill 'em too (I'd probably kill 'em too)
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\n[Outro]
\nAyy, yeah, yeah
\nYup, just like that
\nWhat?
\nYou might as well just mark me on the back outside when I was home goin' on
\nI'm biased, I was taped outside that time
\nMafioso
\nStop askin'\n\n
