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Run with a couple killers I know that won't say shit

My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift

I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm agin'

My baby brother arguin' about how many yards that I done laid in

I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets

Puttin' money on my **** books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah

Jump in that water, swear to God that shit get deep

My little cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah

Came straight from prison, where **** knock out all your teeth, yeah

Gotta keep a pistol when you out here in the streets, yeah

**** be dyin' 'bout anything but swear they wanna beef, yeah

This dirty chopper on me, it's gon' knock you off your feet, yeah

If he still alive, that mean that I don't want him dead, okay

Used to be a hitta, now it's money on my head, okay

Them LA boys from Lincoln Avenue, they want us fed, okay

Before these bags, I used to smack shit for the bread, okay

No Dirk Nowitzki, get to shootin' and watch him fade away

He want a 50 straight from Houston, that's a major play

How many times I gotta tell you **** I don't play, okay?

How many times I gotta show you **** I done paved the way?

Run with a couple killers I know that won't say shit

My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift

I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm agin'

My baby brother arguin' about how many yards that I done laid in

I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets

Puttin' money on my **** books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah

Jump in that water, swear to God that shit get deep

My little cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah