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Bend her over then I fuck her

Current nigga never knew how to touch her

Learned about should have knew not to trust her

The way he talkin' I can tell that he loved her

Sayin' he gon' slide, he a damn lie

He ain't even that kind of person

Look alive, please don't be surprised

When they see how hard a lil' nigga been workin

Big man, bitch ain't shit bout me little

God and devil, I'm the man in the middle

Tried to charge me with attempt murder

Nigga beat the case and I still tote a pistol

Next up, I've been humble and waiting

You not a opp, you just jealous and hatin

Combat ready, we can go to war

If he want static, bring it to him like Raiden

Locked down, hated jail with a passion

Fightin' cellies every day, I was scrappin

Still strong, spite the shit that done happen

Made it out, I done turned to a savage

New flow, know my shit go retarded

Takin off, watch me soar I departed

Got no emotions now, young nigga heartless

I took some losses, I'ma get it regardless

Brand new whip, it's silent

No lease and no mileage

Bank card ain't declinin', we sleep on money palets

I was out here slidin' and caught my case in Zion

Fucked up Facebook lived it, the people say I'm wildin

Whoah

Traded in my G2 for a GC3

Kept it next to my P90 and my M16

All you hoes can die, my nigga, that's fine by me

Fuck around, get left behind

If niggas not my speed

Abuse all these drugs, they help pick me up for when I feel low

My mom on my ass, she tell me to chill

Cause I be on go

My opp was a snitch, he act with the shits

But really a hoe

They dropped all the charges and gave me probation

I bet I still blow

Tryna get myself right, I done run out of chances

Prayin' to God, hope he give me some answers

Feel like he holdin' my heart up for ransom

These haters be poison, they roaches, they cancer

The way I tote poles you would think I'm a dancer

I own the galaxy, ain't talkin Samsung

Counted me out, said I wouldn't be nothin

Climbed out the gutter and I got my bands up

Abuse all these drugs, they pick me up

I stay off the dope

These niggas will hate, they can say what they want

But they can't call me broke

My opp was a snitch, he act with the shits

But really a hoe

They dropped all the charges and gave me probation

I bet I still blow