Текст песни
Load
up
the
basses,
ready
for
war
and
I
been
through
the
matrix
You
heard
what
Cole
said,
niggas
is
punks,
they
really
gon'
save
em'
I'm
sliding
the
drizzy,
the
music
loud,
I
was
counting
the
jaded
Go
legit,
these
niggas
gon'
snitch,
new
paper,
my
hands
gon'
itch
Don't
do
it,
recession
is
here,
fear
none,
I'm
making
it
clear
F
color,
the
stones
is
clear
Maybach,
I
seek
in
a
seat
V12,
huggin'
the
road
It's
a
scale
right
here
for
sure
None
of
this
right
here
to
show
On
the
ground,
them
niggas
just
actin'
On
the
ground,
them
niggas
just
baffin'
Want
cash
right
there,
I
grab
it
Money
problems,
stay
with
the
bad
bitch
She
gon'
go
wherever
the
bag
is
Ducks
sauce,
hunnid
its
plain
Buzz
down
with
the
guys,
its
change
Reds
home,
I
get
him
a
range
Lil'
dumb
nigga,
please
stop
playin'
I'm
an
addict
for
M's
for
sure
Early
morning,
I
walk
out
the
door
Why
you
hiding
they
ready
to
slide
I'm
right
here,
outside
Bitches
will
turn
they
back,
even
when
you
do
them
right
No
matter
how
much
you
spend,
she's
still
a
Leave
your
side
I'ma
go
cash
out
on
my
main
bitch,
she
deserve
it
Killin'
these
kids
with
fent,
drug
dealers
so
dirty
I
cannot
lie,
made
a
M,
off
of
them
30s
Look
around,
what
I
miss?
When
the
smoke
clear,
I'm
still
here
Unforgettable,
genetable
When
I
get
home,
I
eat
it
on
my
knees
Nigga
I
got
you
don
need
a
vacay
Nigga
that
On
God
I
ain
really
worried
about
first
place
Things
get
tricky,
the
fiends
post
right
on
the
backstreet
36,
36,
36,
Go
prezzy
like
Pablo
Walkin'
her
house,
puttin'
her
down,
she
don't
got
no
clothes
Figuring
me
out,
can't,
you
got
serves,
ain't
diggin'
her
down
We
come
from
minimum
wage,
50
bottles
in
the
hallway
All
of
this
for
this,
yeah,
nigga,
if
you
gonna
take
it
or
not
That's
exactly
how
he
ran
up
a
lot,
M.O.P.,
gotta
give
me
a
mop
M.O.B.,
I
was
living
by
it,
hot
fiend,
she
just
try
and
try
it
Most
time,
these
niggas
lying,
pull
up
on
me,
I'm
staying
quiet
Nigga,
this
shit
is
wired,
I'ma
go
Cash
out
on
my
main
bitch,
she
deserve
it
Killing
these
kids
with
fiends,
drug
dealers
so
dirty
I
cannot
lie,
I'm
in
a
M,
off
of
them
30s
Look
around,
what
I
miss,
when
the
smoke
clear,
I'm
still
here
Forget
about
it
Inedible,
when
I
get
home
I
eat
it
on
my
knees
Call
it
from
the
ghetto,
I'm
a
rebel
See
my
grandpa
in
the
casket,
out
belize
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