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R.I.P to my lil' ******* Snupe |
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Yeah, we the realest *******s in this *******t |
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Pulling live out of Philly |
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Young ******* love popping bad *******es and wheelies |
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And I'm talking all this money, now these *******s can't feel me |
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Money long, team strong so these *******s can't kill me, ah |
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I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial |
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When the chasers in the building turn the lights down |
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Cause every single ******* with me gon' be iced out |
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Block party, living life wild |
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I go to court for probation and looking like trial |
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The DA told me she want a ******* but right now |
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I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\" |
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Is it the money? Is it the cars? |
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Is it the way a ******* living that took me this far? |
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But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars |
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They lock a ******* in the dark I still look like a star |
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I *******ne, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter |
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I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter |
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They telling me I ain't *******t, I made it for my father |
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I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me |
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Lil' Snupe... |
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They killed my lil ******* Snupe, my lil ******* was they truth |
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And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe |
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So what's a ******* 'sposed to do? |
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Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil ******* shoot? |
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Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same *******t to you |
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And all these *******s in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof |
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As I'm rolling through my city, *******, all I see is murder |
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Ain't nobody seen it but *******t everybody heard it |
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And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving |
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And all this gunfire and *******t everybody murkin, better get a strap |
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Young *******s selling caine just to get it back |
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And they busting out them racks till they sitting back |
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And if a ******* hit my homie, we gon' hit him back |
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And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back |
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My flow iller, I came up from ******* dealing |
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I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no |
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******* these voices all in my head just telling me go get it |
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I came up on four wheelers |
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Bananas and gorillas through the jungle |
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Where killers rumble and everyone peri*******ng |
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Realest ******* in it no comparison |
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And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant |
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But what the *******, I'm young black, I made it in America |
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So I'mma ball harder than the ma'******* Carter's |
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Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter |
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Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin |
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******* darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him |
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I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg |
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Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw |
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Be the same *******s that'll take you out, dawg |
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Leaving *******s hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg |
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Where the love at? Where the love at? |
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I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back |
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Before my ******* go starving like where the grub at |
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Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back |
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Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend |
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Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again |
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Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in |
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To give my ******* a chance, see him winning again |