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Homies
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Aight, huh (That be Maaly Raw) Yeah Making my way downtown from the hills Popped me a 30, I just popped a pill (Yeah, yeah) Raised in the slums where n***as get killed This sh*t could get ugly, this sh*t could get real (Yeah) Death or dishonor, you know that I will (Yeah) Sipping this drink 'cause I like how it feel (Oh) I'm down to earth when I'm off of a seal (Hey) Purple sapphires all in my grill (Yeah, yeah) n***as turned fraud all off a bill Yellow-black Bentley, call it Kill Bill (Woah) Come relax with me, count up a mill' (Woah) Count certain cash and I ball like O'Neal (Yeah, yeah) Purplе face on the Rollie, Shaquillе (Yeah, yeah) If you rollin' with the homies, know that he kill If you rollin' with the homies, know that he drill If you rollin' with the homies, know we for real (Yeah) (Word) Huh, we the ones got the streets hot in the summer (Yeah) I'm in the trap and that b*t*h doin' numbers (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Louis kicks on, do I look like a runner? (Woah) And we ain't with none of that he-say We spin his block back-to-back like a motherf**kin' replay (Skrrt) Mini Draco in this double G briefcase (Grah) Catch him in traffic and we make him speed race (Dumping) Baby girl, I've been stuck in my old ways, can I stab it like OJ? (OJ) As soon as you come in this doorway, can we get to the foreplay? (Aight) I got n***as that's movin' in Off-White, but my jacket is North Face (Off-White) f**k his b*t*h, now he stuck with the sore face (Word) Scope him out, now I know he know how the Dior taste (Word, word, word, word) Yeah, huh (Yeah), since a youngin, been payin' my dues (My dues) For a win, n***a, I had to lose (To lose) For my pride, I had somethin' to prove (To prove) All my life, I've been totin' them .2's (Woah) Earned my stripes 'fore I dropped out of school (Woah, woah) Man, my mama didn't raise up no fool (No) f**k the drama, I'm double-L cool (Yeah) I'm thinkin' 'bout lettin' it loose Remember my sh*t was in negative two (A shame) Every song, gotta tell 'em the truth (The pain) Please bring the sedatives through (Okay) I'm poppin' until I recoup (Uh) 30s on .40s turn you to a goop I mean, how you a boss when they tell you what to do? Dump out the sunroof, to us, it's nothing new Bills, baby, I'm not a hustler, taught me how to hustle, smoke 'til I'm uncomfortable Chill, I got a mountain of weed, n***as counted on me, I guess that's why I'm rushing 'em Yeah, I brought the smoke, had to tuck it, though Talking 'bout eating, we didn't have us no Lunchables I'm on number fours 'cause my brother gone Shouldn't have done it, though, won't get another soul Making my way downtown from the hills Popped me a 30, I just popped a pill (Yeah, yeah) Raised in the slums where n***as get killed This sh*t could get ugly, this sh*t could get real (Yeah) Death or dishonor, you know that I will (Yeah) Sipping this drink 'cause I like how it feel (Oh) I'm down to earth when I'm off of a seal (Hey) Purple sapphires all in my grill (Yeah, yeah) n***as turned fraud all off a bill Yellow-black Bentley, call it Kill Bill (Woah) Come relax with me, count up a mill' (Woah) Count certain cash and I ball like O'Neal (Yeah, yeah) Purple face on the Rollie, Shaquille (Yeah, yeah) If you rollin' with the homies, know that he kill If you rollin' with the homies, know that he drill If you rollin' with the homies, know we for real (Yeah)
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