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New York n***a with the burner, all this you can tell we don't play Gettin' high smoking weed having fun foggin' up the hallway Lord up, testify I ain't gonna go my homey had to die Plus I know what kind of n***a he was You can't scrap with him If you beat him up you better come back and get him I'm sorry lord for my sins (I'm sorry) They don't say much but pray for my friends Homey do we get money get high Pop bottles next day we do the same sh*t again Lord I, testify I expect to die, I get extra high Till I'm next to Thai, till I lounge with G Till I step with pops, I grown greens too I gon' need the Telsa drop (lord I testify) f**k the forgive if thе hood don't connect the dots Drinking brown & champagne So wе lost what we started Form daily departed please bless the block Let my n***as see billions teach prayers to their children Insha'Allah you please bless the Akhs (testify) And I'm sorry lord for my sins Open my third eye focus my lens I don't do religion but I pray for my friends Lord I testify
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