…. said, I bet he learned some’
We be in the hood until the mornin’ when them birds come
Smoke him like a wood all that mournin’ will return him
Okay, lean with it, rock with it, my .40 cocked in it
I started trappin’, had a dream, had to block with it
Pull up on the scene in Beam’ with some thots in it
My hands clean, all I need is some knots in it
Beam in the Glock with it, whole lotta shots in it
Pull up and we wettin’ up the scene, I don’t box n#gg#s
Lately, I’ve been talkin’ to my demons a lot
I been tryna heal the damage with the beans that I pop
Bro said hе thinks snakes in the grass bet, It’s timе to cut the sh#t
She mad we ain’t kick it, but I been out with my other b#tch
Clutch up on my weapon, I know these n#gg#s on other sh#t
If you ain’t hold it down when I was down, you ain’t my brother then
Used to run the block, now we tryna pull up in Cullinans
Money from the trap, suffocate the racks with some rubber bands
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