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Young convicted felons ridin round wit illegal weapons
Targets getting hit u ion wanna Test dem
He Playing in that field he gon Miss his blessing
Aye I got a stick for every smith N Wesson

U can't name a nigga played We Aint come & check dem
Dem niggas threw the towel in Dey ain't no threat den
Dome check in Home wreckin
He done loss all that muscle Steady flexin

Collect call behind the wall I gotta pick it up
Ya dawg been died yeen slide go & dig em up
I drop the loaf get em ghost on The east coast
Murder that's what she wrote shooter left a death note
I got the strategy the opps they Say they after me
I still be ridin round wit that Chop so casually
Happily livin life like we ain't got No gravity
Outer space fleein & eludin ima Do the race
I beat the case paid the Prosecutor like excuse the case
I'm in a wraith that ain't 2020 u Ain't up to date
U Losing faith losing hope
U got yo back all against the Ropes
Gotta Keep em at a distance they Can't play ya close
Cuz When that money low dem Hoes Gon do the most

I done ran outta love
I done ran outta trust
He totin on a chop but I know he Ain't gon buss
He a dummy