Still a buster ass rapper I'm refusing to be My partner died, daughter too, give excuses to me Hey I ain't worried about these niggas till they shooting at me Just open up and let it rip, ain't nothing new to a G It's my pleasure to tell it right, don't think I ain't saidĬause they got prices on my head homie, I don't slipĬlips long as giraffe necks, that's why I don't trip They say fresher to bump bapes, but I ain't scared Got the Feds on his team so they watching me Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee Sniffing out a rat I expose him and then dome himĪ lot of nigga's bitches, they claim that they OGsĪ straight up pussy and claims that he knows me I roll over rodents in Rovers with rims on 'em You could find me in your hood pumping monster crack I stay street, when it's done, that's that These elbows hit the scene back in eighty-three Gripping grain and popping trunks, dog but that ain't me 'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up out my wayĪnd what I'm representing here is putting holes in brainsīefore I say the same thing I'll be old and grey On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday
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