Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
Find her passed out in bed and you still your game working like
Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes
I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,
The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd
Taken up drama, acting, working out.
These hoes is wicked a female chicken
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
Don't blame me if i win i'm always working out and hitting the gym
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
After the club, gettin you open
Not working. shot, choking, broken.
Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel
And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real
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