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Getting and putting wounds in that flesh it ain't nothing but a battle scar

Shootah goonz ain't gotta act we really had it hard

Broken home breed still managing a damaged heart

I can't and won't preach fuck a camera shoot that cannon spark

They ain't fucking with the movement but I know they tracking ours

Prolly poled up plenty shots like we at the bar

Got dumped at in his whip he got left with a crappy car

Housed with my hitters you can catch us on that active yard

Seen me letting off started ducking doing the duck walk

She got them duck lips always need something to suck on

If she don't bring them bucks quick she gotta get the fuck on

A strapped up suckah they the ones we gotta buck on

Dreams haven't came true but them nightmares have

Real goons with heart but they broken can't repair that

Leave you crashed out popping at you like some air bags

On the hoe I smashed out ignored all her paragraphs

Leaving shit busted stuck up in the street war

I'm not and never was shit, what you want me for ?

I'm a hot boy I bring a heat storm

Always doing something that they gonna go and report

I play offense and defense can't let the suckahs team score

It's either him or me that's gon be bleeding on that street floor

Wanted by authorities million dollar reward

Don't be trying to come and press up on me I ain't no keyboard

Real hitter team player put and push work on and off season

I done got done wrong that's why I got reasons

A phony trader trader that's what I'm not needing

Them is who we struck on we more then got even

Riding with them boys you can catch that second hand smoke

Shooter in the street but in the cage we get your man's poked

Threat the fam ohh, on the mob we gon mob on ya

Give a little gas smoke really blow that cloud on ya

What you got on you we come from swiping pockets

My slang you better not mock it, post up normal

That mouth you better watch it, do you like you an informal

Your boy got girly hormones

Speaking too much like a broad

They be thinking that they running shit until we make em crawl

I be feeling like I'm bob the builder I can give a fix

I'm that boy that robs with the squad I'm gon split the lick

Was dirty cuttah clutching

Trying to get rid of it

Leaving shit busted stuck up in the street war

I'm not and never was shit, what you want me for ?

I'm a hot boy I bring a heat storm

Always doing something that they gonna go and report

I play offense and defense can't let the suckahs team score

It's either him or me that's gon be bleeding on that street floor

Wanted by authorities million dollar reward

Don't be trying to come and press up on me I ain't no keyboard