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BBS CHUCK

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Coming back again
How can I
Ease the pain

How can I ease
The pain

Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills
How can I ease
The pain
Look
Say When I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame I'm really in it fa the mills

Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fucking hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal

Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't  need no holster

Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder

Can't let no nigga take my
Momma fucking only son
I might be on my dolo
But I ain't you know I keep a gun

Lately I been feeling
A nigga just da chosen one
God done bless me
With this shit I feel like I can't hold
My tongue

I love my moms she pray fa me
Just like she is a reverend
Standing on all ten in what
I say and I a never run

Brodie taxing on his gas
He said he want be Uncle Sam
I can't stop smoking on this gas
That's  how I talk to grams

That prolly went over yo head
No you ain't hear what I'm saying

Get some pape then spend that
Shit on real estate that's da plan
I still be flipping packs
Like meech
Just gotta stay out da pin

Took some losses
Then shook back that shit
Taught me how ta win

Pray on my knees
And ask da lord just forgive me
Fa my sins

Blood be thicker than the water
But these days watch
Ya kin

And we ain't into all da beef
But if it's smoke
We gone spin

Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills

Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fucking hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal

Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't  need no holster

Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder

And I'm just really trynna ease da pain
But I'm a G and I ain't get
No umbrella fa the fucking rain

I'm getting bucks like
Milwaukee
Fucked me I had to
See my brodie ina coffin

When his killer get out
Bet my niggas coming stalk him
They say that they know chuck
They prolly kno tht nigga charlston

Weed gimme super powers
think my name is Austin
Counting green  Jason Tatum
Never been to Boston

Say when I spit you gotta listen
Cause this shit is really real
I ain't start rapping fa the
Fame i'm really in it fa the mills

Trynna run it up and put my
Moms up ina fuckin' hills
Throwing alleys to da guys
Know they gon dunk
Just like O'Neal

Gone have to the bulletproof the
Rover
Smoking on this gas gun in my hand
Don't need no holster

Fucking with the gang we have ya
Family making posters
My city really wicked gotta
Peek over my shoulder

Coming for everything ya
Heard me all twenty-three
Putting my foot on niggas
Necks
Just like that
BBS da gang
With my niggas ya
Heard me you
Understand
We gone run that shit up
Put that shit in nigga face
Simple as that

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