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P Funk
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Rucci
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Look Back on my bullsh*t, it's a scary sight I'ma always keep on steppin', you can stay behind (Matt Brick$) I be thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dime When I was selling dimes When I ain't have a life I just had a dream I was in the county smoking spice I be thinkin' 'bout my n***a, he eighteen fightin' life I'm sorry, mama, I ain't walk a straight line If I don't make it, I'ma die trying I'm on parole, so I'm runnin' lowkey These n***as, they be lying, they ain't really in the streets Today I'm getting cheese, I don't wanna hear a beep I just wanna get a bag, stack, and repeat I was down bad on my a**, on E They ain't even help mе get back on my feet And n***a, on P's, I'm still ridin' with the heat Thеse n***as lyin', they don't even got no beef Activated, most hated, so I'm stayin' protected I know they want me dead, so I'm keepin' a weapon Big forty on my hip, who he thinkin' impresssin'? Knock a n***a top, yeah, I'm leavin' him guessin' We takin' back to back trips, why they dyin' like that? I thought you n***as wanted war, why they hidin' like that? No compet**ion, f**k the opps, why they tryin' like that? I'm paranoid, keep it on me, why they eyein' like that? I heard they want me dead, tell them n***as come and do somethin' I had to toss mine, the homie let me use his fusca Stay up off these streets, hardheaded, I'm like nunca They know I never miss, when I slide, you hear trucha I been— shh for the block, ask the homies, I'm a trophy Lil' fuse, big gun, better watch how you approach me Terrorize they block, we 56, them n***as know me I ain't playin' 'bout no war, b*t*h, I'll slide by my lonely I ain't worried 'bout no opps I'm from where bodies drop Grimey Park, park side, watch me spin a block All this money I be touchin' make me spin a lot Whip a brand new coupe and it's fresh out the lot I'ma get rich, I'ma have to buy the block I'm off the Wockhardt, I don't even wanna walk And they chipped the homie, I don't even wanna talk If you cross the line, end up all in white chalk Before I signed a deal, I hit the block just to flock Now I'm hood rich, gettin' money don't stop I swear I love the hood, but the hood stay hot Just hit the shop, installed a stash for the Glock Customize the whip, make sure the speakers knock Customize the drip, look fly for the thots Cop the new Rolex with the papers in the box I spent ten G's on this ice that I got Ayy, ayy, I spent thirty-five on this watch that I got Still ridin' 'round in my mama Benz with a Glock I ain't got no license, but it's motherf**k the cops Bought a house in TJ for my pops Big Tak Ayy, I'm still poppin' pills, off a jiggy gettin' jiggy In Paramount f**kin' 'round with Swifty I was told to dump the Glock, better make sure it's empty I'm tryna take a trip to— ayo, pa** me the Rémy Like I said, this a fully, ain't no motherf**kin' semi Kill a n***a, f**k a b*t*h the same night with no jimmy On your block with Glocks, take that, take that like Diddy Tryna get away from this gangster sh*t, but it's in me
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