[Intro]
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(FOREVEROLLING)
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[Verse 1]
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I had a book before I wrote a hook, tried it and it took
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His is bendy, Fendi blended, pressed, and pushed, J wan kiss the cook
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This big chopperll chop a nigga roof, gangster as I look
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If somethin get killed, they hide for two, three months, we chase shit down on foot
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Tryna bump, it aint no front, niggas aint outside to hunt
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He was hatin, I had a hunch, I set somethin up and somethin get slumped
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He aint like that its a front, put me in a song for what?
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Even if it blow, you better not never post a show or nothin
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They get the lo and dont do nothin, we get the lo, a soul go up
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Why you fake want smoke with us? As if your bucks aint slow enough
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Niggas dead, I aint makin no diss, I make hits, they know whats up
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When we war, Im in the front, but when yall beef, you Loaded Lux
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On the phone, he sound so tough, I pulled up, niggas wasnt on nothin
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Most murders last thirty months and niggas still aint called my bluff
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, my mama always told me, “Baby, seeing is believing”
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He slid on people, wasnt bout beef, and niggas aint no demons
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You know to keep your moves quiet, dyin if I see him
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The reason niggas know to up that yeeky, aint no speakin
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The reason niggas grievin, tryna clique up, make it even
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The reason niggas need help breathin, doctor, stop the bleedin
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The reason niggas people pay for peace, but aint no treaty
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The reason niggas grievin, tryna clique up, make it even
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[Verse 2]
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You aint gotta tell me niggas bums and aint on nothin like I aint certain
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Last time we was face-to-face at weekend was a funeral service
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Its gon always end in hearses, I took over through murder
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Im a boss, but suit up like a worker, Im on this on purpose
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We slide, I put the cleats aside and wet the field with Jergens
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Like talkin, I think niggas workin, startin to make me nervous
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That stick involved in several murders, clean, but its still dirty
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And the game, it blessed me cause I play with courage, streets atop my jersey
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I got rich and get you stretched for thirty, Houston to New Jersey
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It took pain for me to find my purpose, make sure I was worthy
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I aint say nothin and they all heard me, however I word it
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To see me shine, I know they dyin, they cant decide which worse
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, my mama always told me, “Baby, seeing is believing”
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He slid on people, wasnt bout beef, and niggas aint no demons
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You know to keep your moves quiet, dyin if I see him
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The reason niggas know to up that yeeky, aint no speakin
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The reason niggas grievin, tryna clique up, make it even
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The reason niggas need help breathin, doctor, stop the bleedin
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The reason niggas people pay for peace, but aint no treaty
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The reason niggas grievin, tryna clique up, make it even
