I can hit a beat that you toss into my place b#tch
I could run the streets and take bullets to the face b#tch
I could claim hood and get killed early age b#tch
I could flex cars and have friend that be fake b#tch
I could keep hope i could loose faith
I could end my life as easy as you can take
I be havin’ thoughts not talkin’ girls
I just praise the goats rip earl
Watch the white boy spit he just know he can’t quit
Y’all don’t understand so he go put out a hit
He ain’t from the hood first name is smith
You wanna hear gansta fine let’s do this sh#t
Anyway you want I can sure as hell serve it to you
Any typе of beef I can sure as hell be smokin on you
Shе say she tryna hit I’m like yo bring yo best friend with you
Im just gonna bring you down so just keep droppin clues
You ain’t even sh#t stop ridin on my dick
I can f#ck yo b#tch like she a fine chick
If we got a problem then you best off dead
Don’t play with me cause you know what said
We all cry we all die
So we let you rest rest then say goodbye
Hold up wait let me get it straight
You claim you in a gang but you still afraid
Man you just a punk so f#ck you everyday
You know I got a blick so I just gotta let it spray
That choppa in delay
Then that body decay
I told you that you can get it any type of way
I got the gun loaded today ain’t yo day
I ain’t bout sh#t but I could take you out cruel
We can take the dead body leave the blood inside the pool
We might catch you lackin’ right outside the school
Tell the boy I ain’t Mr-T but I still I Pity the Fool
I ain’t fakin’ what I say get on my knees then I pray
I’m not from the hood declare peace like I’m a stray
Give a f#ck bout a b#tch give a f#ck bout bein’ laid
We could all die sh#t any type of way
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