Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
Pray to god to bless you
I'm tryna learn somethin new
We brothers forever, to the end and counting
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Niggas ah and ooh god can you stop trying ta win
My position improving, not to mention
God damn for once i feel alive,
... club, we'll be actin' real nice
I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect
But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
And you could find interest
God bless them,they be pissed
Catchdubs you a motherfucker
Lost ma mother and my brother
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