Oh he was shot by other gangs/
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
Weed and rapping weed in jays
See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker
And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck
With some weed and a cup
How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats
‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,
Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete
You know i only smoke that bomb weed,
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed
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