We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/
Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult
We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/
And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
I create more deaths than nicotine
Bitches pursue me like a dream
Oh he was shot by other gangs/
Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax
Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here
I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal
Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...
Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit
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