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(Dee B you got that heat, you gat that heat, you gat that heat) (Out the window) Yeah, tryna numb the pain, I keep putting drugs into my body How the fuck my nigga's doing time without no watches Why the fuck did slim have to die before I made it big? If I was Kyrie Irving I still don't think I can shake this shit Like JJ think 'bout all the good times The judge lied they said he'd be home off a good time He feel like Rondo, he been down for a good nine We in the streets like bad traffic, got us all stuck His homie free but that's the one who set it all up Lil Joe got murdered, he gon' bag him up like Roxy's We setting trends, we might start selling some couches Wanna come 'round my chain, fuck around and get your dogs hit 1600 promise i'ma get us all rich I know heaven got a phone, but Fred ain't call yet I get in my feelings, wanna take off on a nigga like offset Hope he got insurance cause we gonna smash him like a car wreck I wasn't there when Slim died, I'm telling you I'm sorry Said I was trafficking, told the judge I got a thing for codeine My cousin was robbing, got sentenced twenty years when he was 18 Fred just got killed, how many bullets hit him, they said 18 Loaded all my clips, I'm doing anything but praying If he black right off the bat, it's like he guilty If I commit suicide, at least a real nigga had killed me I think about Duke, I close my eyes and see you smiling I seen him lifeless, watch them put the sheets on his body Fred wanted to do right, died with a tweak card in his pocket Yes, I'm depressed, I'm feeling down, so don't even ask Want to see slim for one last time Let me remind you, he had a closed casket Tryna numb the pain, I keep putting drugs into my body How the fuck my nigga's doing time without no watches Why the fuck did slim have to die before I made it big? If I was Kyrie Irving I still don't think I can shake this shit Like JJ think 'bout all the good times The judge lied they said he'd be home off a good time He feel like Rondo, he been down for a good nine We in the streets like bad traffic, got us all stuck His homie free but that's the one who set it all up Like JJ think 'bout all the good times The judge lied they said he'd be home off a good time
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Deshon Gillian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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