[Verse 1]
Where we at with it?
Welcome home, [?] all these niggas tryna clock
Lately I been in my own [?]
In my own lean, just catch eleven-hundred Roxy's
Coulda caught a couple pair of chrome jeans
Built my own line, shoutout [?] find my own time
Fuck the world, [?]
Pray that one day I could put [?]
Servin' any person, place, or thing like a pronoun
Put the blow [?] weigh out in [?]
Watchin' out for the troops in my blindspot
Might not be the one that you see coming
But I'm the type that'll strike when the iron hot
[?] trippin' out the way, need a lunch pill
Curl a 125, that's a dumbell
[?]
Twenty K in [?], call it junk mail
Hundred K in all slips, that's a [?]
Drugs on hell block 'till the [?]
227 fifty, I'm one of the one-ones
[?] I ain't ever had a stun gun
Turn the [?] to a [?]
All them niggas gon' die if they keep [?]
No shirt in the ghetto with my piece on
Told Em I'm on whatever him and streets on
[Verse 2]
Three phones, [?]
Two traps slapboxing on the west side
Young dog [?] on the north end
Ride around [?] rollin' out an [?]
Everything rolling smooth without a hiccup
Every time my phone ring, time to pick up
But all a nigga know is drop offs and pick ups
Life sentence in the truck bed of that pickup
Ten bricks [?]
Sippin' drink with my thugs on the east side
Like what the fuck would the streets be without me?
Quick to empty out the MAC-10 like I'm T-Boz
Run a nigga spot down like I'm Left Eye
[?] still owe me half of her SSI
Listen close, you can hear the Pyrex crack
Got the best price like a nigga work at Best Buy
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