MAAAN F' THESE NIGGAS WITH A HIV DICK/
IM FEENA ROB EVERY NIGGA I SEE REAL SHIT/
WE HIGH OFF THAT SHIT I CANT FEEL SHIT/
GAS TANK ON E… BUT I KEEP A FILLED CLIP/
CAUGHT SON ON DIVISION & HALL ABOUT ONE/
HIT'M IN THE NOSE WITH THE GUN, SAID DONT RUN/
WENT IN HIS POCKETS TOOK HIS WALLET & HIS PHONE/
A EBT CARD 12 BUCKS & SOME GUM/
IM GONE… NO MASK / SURGICAL GLOVES ON/
STROLLING THRU EAST TOWN, GETTIN MY MUG ON/
IM FEENA THE SH%T OUTTA THIS B%TCH WIT THESE UGGS ON/
WHEN THE WARS ON, SHOOT TIL MY SLUGS GONE/
I USTA SELL DRUGS IN A DRUG FREE SCHOOL ZONE/
DRUG FREE NOW THE MUSIC MAKE ME ZONE/
QUICK HANDS FAST TALKER BUSY BONE/
WISH A CRAZY NIGGA WOULD WE CAN GET IT ON/
BRING MO THUGS I'LL TEAR THE FLESH OF HIS BONES/
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