Correction Paroles I Can’t par Hotboy Wes

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Like I been hearing n***as speaking on my name like
All that "He say, she say" sh*t like I don't know what the f**k goin' on

I heard them n***as want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my podnas in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, n***as plotting on my obituary (The f**k)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a n***a take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a n***a take my role
They gone have to re-arrange my face I hustle hard for this
I see n***as coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the junglе b*t*h where it get rеal cold
That's on my momma, b*t*h we live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my n***as that's in prison behind bars for this

This afternoon we gon' make the news break
Pull up, let that tool quake, bust him and his schoolmates
B*t*h we went to school late, die behind that blue face
Strapped up with two drakes, shoot it out like 2K
I been up for two days, ain't changed clothes since Tuesday
Wait a minute, let me put this sh*t into perspective
No exaggeration, been a felon since eleven
Ain't never f**ked with twelve, at thirteen I was steppin'
At fourteen that's when I seen my momma get evicted
I had dropped out of school, she kinda needed a**istance
At fifteen I came home from juvenile detention
My uncle gave me a gun, I put that b*t*h in my britches
I heard them n***as want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my podnas in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, n***as plotting on my obituary (The f**k)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a n***a take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a n***a take my role
They gone have to re-arrange my face I hustle hard for this
I see n***as coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the jungle b*t*h where it get real cold
That's on my momma, b*t*h we live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my n***as that's in prison behind bars for this

My n***a went to trial, I told him keep his head up
Didn't want me to see him crying, he just threw a L up
Ain't no doors on the Jeep, we hop out like a mail truck
And we really in the streets, ain't nothing you can sell us
Hit my cell, pull up at the Shell and get your sales up
B*t*h I'm block Crippin' for Nipsey, I got them Crip n***as with me
Rollin' 60, b*t*h, you better not go against me
Look, n***as steady watching me 'cause their b*t*h on top of me
But you know how I'm rocking baby, chopper in my boxer briefs
B*t*h I'm from the bottom where we had to find a spot to sleep
Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets
Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets
I heard them n***as want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my podnas in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, n***as plotting on my obituary (The f**k)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a n***a take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a n***a take my role
They gone have to re-arrange my face I hustle hard for this
I see n***as coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the jungle b*t*h where it get real cold
That's on my momma, b*t*h we live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my n***as that's in prison behind bars for this

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