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D.A. Truthe ‘Gucci Flow’
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Honeycomb Brazy
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Yaaaaa! (Yaaaaa!) Gucci! (Gucci!) Wop! (Wop!) Brazy! (Brazy!) Brrr! (Brrr!) Yaaaaa! (Yaaaaa!) This that Brazy sh*t (That Brazy sh*t the truth) (Damn!) I’m sick of the feds They come every time a n***a get to some bread Quarterback mode they sending hits at my head Biggest rat in the city got some bricks on my head And these n***as tryin’ to step, what type of sh*t is that You know they shot me 8 times, hit me all in the head I shook up out a coma, I s’posed to be dead “They just would never stop fighting,” that’s what the doctor had said I told him that I love him I put it on Det I was gon’ spare [?], just out of respect I stepped on big brother, I still got a lil heart We used to run together, you were sum like my lil boy Brazy! You know, it’s not a diss song, ya know it’s just the truth, ya know Like, what that YSD sh*t stand for? Y’all suckin’ d**k? n***a d**k stay in you n***as mouth C’mon man, I been Gucci Mane of Moblie They act like they don’t know the reason why Big Ken had died After all the love he showed, ain't nobody ride Man, I swear to God I wish Young Greed was out On my dead brother grave, he woulda been had slide I felt like [?] was s’posed to been by my side But he stressin’ fed papers barely coming outside I shoot a lil joke like big homie got pies But these the same n***as taught me how to stay solid Teach me something now, sh*t my life on the line All I been thinkin’ bout is killing and dying n***as sprayed my mama’s house with my lil sister inside My mama counted all the holes, they hit in 20-sum times Brazy! They hit it 20-sum times I had a lotta evil sh*t that run through my mind Be wanting to catch these pu**y n***as one at a time Snatch his soul out his body, look him right in his eye I got n***as out the village tryin to get in my business Like sh*t would be different if Big Dirty was living (Long live Dirty) You might just put yourself in a f**ked up position These the same n***as got your partner 7 life sentences Loyalty is everything, we all we got 13 years old I took a hit for my pops Paralyzed my own blood, they put me on lock I’m so unorthodox, don’t know what that sh*t mean They charged me as adult, sent me to prison at 15 Brazy! You know how I rock Soon as I hit [?], I dropped a lock in a sock My gangster so impatient, I can’t wait for the plot I’m youngest of the camp, they trying to see what I’m ‘bout They heard I’m lil Komb, OG called me up top He was on the phone, his partner watched for the cops Them n***as shooting dice in the back of the block Migo in the cut, he was sharpening fire Man I coulda swore I seent that look in his eye Look around, n***a blowing kush in the sky I’m thinking to myself, “man this sh*t like the projects” So when I touched down, I was right back to wildin’ All I knew was violence when Det was alive Big Duke was gone, Bird still doing time Sometimes I wish I could press rewind Juvey wouldn’t be locked, serving life with [?] I wouldn’t never let nobody testify I miss you big Unc this sh*t been stressing me out I think I seent the devil, they took me through hell You know me and my daddy, slept in the same cell Lord knows I can’t forget about Big Stud Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! They need to free Big Blood Got it out the mud, some sh*t you don’t know My Uncle had bricks, we used to sleep on the floor Wintertime come, that’s when it really gets cold Used to run to the kitchen and cut on the stove Open up the oven and let that b*t*h blow Like that’s the only way you gon’ get some heat in this hoe Remember me and [?] used to wear the same clothes I start getting big, it’s like he never would grow I wanna thank God for making n***as like Joe He sticking to the code like he never won’t fold They know I’ma go Try to tell me remain humble And Me and D-boy still rock like Dwayne Johnson Brazy! Yaaaaa! (Yaaaaa!) You n***as, you guys know yous cupcake, cornflake like d**k in the back like, gettin’ your chain took ass n***as and sh*t like that Like I ain't got no money to buy no sneakers. So we gon’ go half on these and we gon’ switch J’s and make it look like we cop both pair ass n***as This sh*t ridiculous Brrr! Brrr!
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