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The Click
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Zaytoven & Fo15
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Huh? N***a, I ain't never froze with a strap Tell 'em we got hoes in the back, we got poles in the back I just keep the pole on my lap We could drop a load where you at, like, "Hello? Where you at?" I done really slid for this sh*t I can't really miss with the nick' He done slid for the vision Tell 'em you done slid for the b*t*hin' N***as yellin' gang, it's the clique, b*t*h n***a, this the clique I'm drivin' through, we doin' walk-ups, yeah Speakin' on the gang'll get you chalked up Upgradеd my lil' nine to a Glock, I had to boss up, yeah But speak again, you tryna cross us What happеned to that n***a? He was the man, I think he lost it Why the f**k you playin' in that cat? You ain't gon' dog it You can't buy a seat, I'm at a table with the bosses I could pay a fee and put a n***a in a coffin How you claim you gangster, but you shootin' with your eyes closed? Boy, I got that drip, splash water like in Cabo Run up on him, feed him six pieces like a combo You would think these n***as lames too if you knew what I know If I think we missed too many shots, we double back on 'em N***a think he too sick, f**k it, drop a stack on him My dog got plays, like a wolf, he got the packs on him My dog got plays, like a wolf, he got the packs on him, yeah, yeah I can't judge a book by its cover And I know not to change on my brothers If you fall with me, then I'ma fall harder If you ball with me, then we gon' ball harder Up in county, you get rolled up Broke n***a, hold up You know I got the game in my hand like a controller Treat the rap game like my baby, need the stroller Organized crime, b*t*h, we don't need a folder Welcome to the 415 like Coca Cola Strapped, ready for war, my heart a road soldier If you ain't slidin' for your n***as, what that iron for? Cut a punk b*t*h off pronto I got more money, more problems, more b*t*hes More motherf**kers hatin' on me, in my business I done did sh*t, get caught, life sentence I done came up from hittin' licks and hard livin' When I got on, n***as was callin' me they cousins Before EDD, we was runnin' up hundreds Name one thing that I ain't start and I ain't finish Rap n***a, but this rap n***a take missions Ayy, trap n***a, but I'm strapped, n***a, what the business? And I been with the sh*t since we was children Ask my granddaddy, he gon' tell you I'm the realest And I done felt some pain that hit different I can't judge a book by its cover And I know not to change on my brothers If you fall with me, then I'ma fall harder If you ball with me, then we gon' ball harder I can't judge a book by its cover And I know not to change on my brothers If you fall with me, then I'ma fall harder If you ball with me, then we gon' ball harder
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