And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow
If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row
Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
Talking about a friend, of a friend
I thought you were a friend
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared
If you let me, i'm not just a friend,
Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps
I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse
And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death
I can taste the salt from my tears
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