EDITING
[Intro: The Game, Hass]
Rather do an extra special for my guy, yeah
Nigga been on my head about this one
C'mon
[?], c'mon man, let's do it
[?]
[Verse: The Game]
[?] dyin', with bullets goin' through the crown
The gangsters disciple, [?]
Ho's stain my denim tears
Bullets fly, [?]
All I need is 16, extensions never fit in here
Who the killer?
Who the opp?
Who the snitch, and who the cop?
Only the strong survive, so we'll find out when the shootin' stop
Fiends running through the rocks, [?]
Fentanyl, we get it off
It's like a magnet to the block
Sharks under concrete
Face under palm trees
Gucci belt, applyin' pressure
Needle make his arm bleed
Niggas go to war out here
But ain't no patches on sleeves
Soldiers in these low riders
The gold is painted on these
Sniffin' glue out brown paper bags, for the long night
Hide with my eyes closed, but somehow it's on sight
Smokin' family trees, so I was raised by this bandanna
Shots rang out, the only time I raised my antennas
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