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Neno Calvin
Neno Calvin
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Christopher Nicholas Payton
Christopher Nicholas Payton
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I'll shoot you in your head before I stab you in your back I'll cut my own legs off before I run it with a rat I was way too young to be stressing way too young to be touching the strap Like the hustle was so unorganized we didn't have a trap Got a bag and the first thing you did was blow half of that in saks No respect you neglect your kids nigga we cant even chat Chasing dreams but I'll murder his on my way to get these racks Plugged my ears cuz I'm tired of hearing bout niggas gettin wacked Can't take that exit cuz the police got the streets cut off I'm checkin' NOLA to make sure that ain't one of my dawgs It's new years eve trying to get my beef gone before they drop the ball Gotta get these fuck niggas off my trail I'll pay whatever it cost After my grandma died I spent plenty months on Adderall They don't care if the pills fake or not they just want to tag along I feel like the niggas juice world was running with was really fraud That couldn't have been me and gang that's facts we would have split them all Get a check and split it down the middle Life ain't a joke but I swear it feel like solving riddles Got my hoodie on like Trayvon but I ain't packing skittles I hope you don't think this shit sweet it's not even a little Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life I went to war when I was broke before I was on my ass when I lost my dope Gave you my last and you cut me open Give me that bag cuz you fucked me for it When shit get real they ain't gonna ride for you I was beefing by myself they ain't help they dude I went swinging by myself they ain't help they dude So when the situation melt I'm going to flex on you Look at my son and I thank god that he blessed me with you Yea we keep Glocks and choppas that's just the way imma move Back against the wall and you turned on me It feel like the world got a curse on me Sometimes it feel like the devil doing work on me They want me smoked so I gotta keep a torch on me I'm head first cuz my whole hood worship me Fuck all my opps they ain't got guap don't take it personal please Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life
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