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You know I had to do

Pastor Riko

A weekend warrior story of one who half slumming
Back bumming the cash coming I'm back jumping
Trap pumping the packs bomin he that hungry
Stomachs rumbling the mask covers to grab another dish

I'm on ya bitch wishlist
Ima lay with ya Mrs.
She let a real n get in
Y'all need to get off that bitch shit
Come with smoke get hit quick
Shooting at n thru fences
We can't be leaving no witness you know

Just got a 40 it came with a clip
Put the new thang on my hip
Look like a pimp how I walk with a limp
Run up gang get hit
I'll let it go off the rip, yeah
Shoot my shot and won't miss, yeah
Yea we slide and do hits
In the stu we make hits, yeah
I'll roll up ya bro in a Outlaw
Team full of titans we bout war
Bumping heads you won't last long
We give em all that they ask for
Gettin bodied again
Try to do this
But it don't make no sense
They just copy and print

No I won't be a slave
I'm tryna break out the cage
When it's dark I rage
I swear it's keeping me sane
I had to stop the complaints
No I shouldn't have stayed
I should of known you was fake
I'll cut you off like a fade
I'm never stuck in my ways
Keeping with the progression
Yea I did things I regret
I'll take that shit to the grave
There ain't no pickin my brain
No talk if it ain't bout the pay
Move around or get hit the beam
Tried to give life but that ain't what you need

Just got a 40 it came with a clip
Put the new thang on my hip
Look like a pimp how I walk with a limp
Run up gang get hit
I'll let it go off the rip, yeah
Shoot my shot and won't miss, yeah
Yea we slide and do hits
In the stu we make hits, yeah
I'll roll up ya bro in a Outlaw
Team full of titans we bout war
Bumping heads you won't last long
We give em all that they ask for
Gettin bodied again
Try to do this
But it don't make no sense
They just copy and print

A weekend warrior story of one who half slumming
Back bumming the cash coming I'm back jumping
Trap pumping the packs bomin he that hungry
Stomachs rumbling the mask covers to grab another dish

No skillet I got the tub frying
They listen up when I speak, I got em dumb quiet
I'm like a pilot with the bullets, I got the gun flying
I fight for my life in these streets, I can show you how a thug riot