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Uh (Let that shit ride, Eighty8) Uh And they talked about me bad, it meant nothin' Uh, uh, and I know I would've been a bitch person without these [?] Fox for him, fuck with us, every nigga around know I keep it a hundred
Uh, I'm havin' problems back at the crib Some niggas ain't goin' where I'm goin', so bad to say I turned 'em up Before my auntie died, I had a pocket full of money, checked me to pay her phone bill, but I wasn't fuckin' with it You remind of yesterday with, like, six Glocks in the [?] (Oh, oh) Break it down to pay her phone bill (Oh, oh)
[?] for him, well, you know we got [?] (Oh, oh) Then at 12 a.m., he had, [?] eleven calls, had the confirmation on his body (Oh, oh, oh) Everybody else [?] it was hard (Oh, oh) Uh, uh, I miss the bag like it was hard (Oh, oh) Uh
After that, no more kiddin' Faceshot, I ain't fuckin' with it No more time for new niggas comin' 'round sayin' what they'll do for this Uh, nigga had it hard, now today I'm grindin' He should've said he loved me before they got him
I ain't gon' lie, we was deep as hell comin' on the road, like Mug everybody, was pickin' out one by one, one by one Then when they falled, shit was never our fault, never my fault for sure That's just how it was goin'
I loved everybody that came around this shit And this youngin right here who disrespected the gang And I told God he's just like my Zai He and daddy died, second my niece Nain And with this money, I still feel pain And I'll never forget what Yak did (Uh, yeah) Told CP his kids my kids (Uh, yeah) I'd do whatever to see your face again
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Uh (Let that shit ride, Eighty8) Uh And they talked about me bad, it meant nothin' Uh, uh, and I know I would've been a bitch person without these [?] Fox for him, fuck with us, every nigga around know I keep it a hundred
Uh, I'm havin' problems back at the crib Some niggas ain't goin' where I'm goin', so bad to say I turned 'em up Before my auntie died, I had a pocket full of money, checked me to pay her phone bill, but I wasn't fuckin' with it You remind of yesterday with, like, six Glocks in the [?] (Oh, oh) Break it down to pay her phone bill (Oh, oh)
[?] for him, well, you know we got [?] (Oh, oh) Then at 12 a.m., he had, [?] eleven calls, had the confirmation on his body (Oh, oh, oh) Everybody else [?] it was hard (Oh, oh) Uh, uh, I miss the bag like it was hard (Oh, oh) Uh
After that, no more kiddin' Faceshot, I ain't fuckin' with it No more time for new niggas comin' 'round sayin' what they'll do for this Uh, nigga had it hard, now today I'm grindin' He should've said he loved me before they got him
I ain't gon' lie, we was deep as hell comin' on the road, like Mug everybody, was pickin' out one by one, one by one Then when they falled, shit was never our fault, never my fault for sure That's just how it was goin'
I loved everybody that came around this shit And this youngin right here who disrespected the gang And I told God he's just like my Zai He and daddy died, second my niece Nain And with this money, I still feel pain And I'll never forget what Yak did (Uh, yeah) Told CP his kids my kids (Uh, yeah) I'd do whatever to see your face again