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Made In Jamaica
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NLE Choppa
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Ayy CashMoneyAP Whatever a b*t*h n***a wanna do, we can do We tote drums with 7.62's Ay, ayy I ain't in a rock band, but I love drums Trust fall with the opps, I'm tryin' to catch one We killed a few now a n***a want the rest of 'em Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral I'm in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees I'm real far from them n***as tryin' to harm me Got that fire up on my side it's at arm's reach Had my gun up in the school, don't you test me Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down That n***a snitched up on my brother now he lockеd down But I'ma count my n***a in, I never count him out And he was b*t*hin' on that mission, so I lеt him out You know a n***a never trippin', took another route I keep on slidin' 'cause I know them n***as whereabouts I saw that n***a in the crowd, I had to air it out My OG was a godfather, but ain't sh*t 'bout him holy I'm plottin' on my own dawg 'cause that b*t*h n***a owe me B*t*h I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they sold me How you talkin' out to me and b*t*h you don't even know me? My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached That's a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a n***a back Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back Picked up the sack, makin' plays like a n***a movin' south Ayy, and you ain't shootin' sh*t for real, boy you really a actor You chasin' b*t*hes over money boy you [?] Yeah I be rappin', but a n***a ain't sh*t like these rappers 'Cause I be shootin' sh*t for real like I play for the Raptors Ay, they say I'm a pedophile, 'cause my Perc' 10 My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin' She on that block sellin' pu**y, yeah she workin' But I don't even blame her 'cause she tryin' to feed the kids Cosmetic with this choppa 'cause I split wigs And it's a dirty game, matter fact that b*t*h rigged They lookin' at a n***a different 'cause they know what I did But I ain't speakin' on them bodies 'cause I'm keepin' it hid Donald Trump is not my ruler I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles I'm street smart without a tutor Black man with a dream like Luther Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain't f**k with them I'm ballin' out every day, I'm above the rail These n***as faker than plastic, I call 'em lil' [?] He tried to cross me on a lick so I don't f**k with him Ay, don't call me 'cause you not a Crip or my kinfolk And I'm a real n***a so you know I'm standin' ten toes You sayin' that's yo' dawg, but that n***a never even rode Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that n***a told We ain't fakin' sh*t my n***a, b*t*h you know we kill for real F**k a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter Put this metal on a momma, show him how this iron feels Rolly on my wrist and I can't even tell the time for real Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos A real hood n***a [?] and Faygos Them stupid nat b*t*hes, you know we don't date those I'm the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a hoe Donald Trump is not my ruler I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles I'm street smart without a tutor Black man with a dream like Luther
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