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[Verse 1: EBK Jaaybo] The devil keep callin' my name, but I can't lie, I can't go nigga Done had some conversations, I would never tell a soul nigga You politicin' with suckas, you ain't my bro nigga I'm LG, but don't get whacked for tryna take a pole nigga, aye Nigga it's time to slide, it's time for homicides Them suckas hidin', they ain't tryna die You ain't tryna slide, the opposition, I been tryna find It ain't time to fight, throw him 7 like I'm rollin' dice Play with yo' life, blood that's somethin' that you shouldn't do The fully jammed, I tried to up it, but it wouldn't shoot Fuck that, we finna double back, I'm bouncin' out the coupe Fuck a bitch, walk her from the corner, send him 32 I'm mobbin' with the [?], 12-7, nigga what it do You is not my dude, see thеm boys then I'm gettin' loose Your othеr brother shoot, pump fakin' nigga that ain't bool 2100, Southside, you better play it smooth You can get it too, fuck with suckas, you don't get a pass It's fun and games 'til them demons layin' in yo' grass Catch him in the mornin' with his kids, takin' out the trash You can run but you can't hide, nigga we playin' tag Fuck what you sayin', bitch is you payin' bitch 'cause I'm gettin' mad And bitch you not gon' like me with an attitude She [?] from tryna double back, with a bag or two I'm shakin' my head at this bitch, like my dad would do If you gon' choose baby choose, no, I ain't mad at you You just gotta run that bag in And this bitch got the packs in from Oregon, so I'm taxin' Big .45, this bitch hit like a wax pen [Verse 2: MBNel]