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These niggas done told me I'll see you in heaven

But really I don't think I know where you at

When you coming back?

Feel like my soul just got ripped from my chest so I put it on wax

My bitch know me best

Told me go grab on the tool cuz we spinning on opps for my stress

She pass me the vest and when we roll out I'm still thinking of you so in drugs I invest

Who the fuck put these nigga with me?

They posed to be making big moves out the bricks

She roll down my window I think I feel sick

Broken glass on the pavement I covered in spit

On the phone with my brother said he want me to quit