D B Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my sideA B Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"B Savage lil addict with 100 bad habitsB Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchetB Pull up, swang with the bladeB Then I pray over dead preyD Banging grey till my graveB Milli rock, sa passeB D What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans todayB Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okayB Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like youB Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about youB Kill mo', kill mo'B Gleesh walk on a sack Burn a half a mil in cashB Fuck that paper, turn it ash Walk away and start to laugh N.C. "Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"B No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broadsA B Hit that seven figure mark without an A&RB $carecrow walking in the fogB Life got worse than it was before, ho
Now Im Up To My Neck With Offers
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