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You've been listening to me
No
For the same reasons
We're soldiers
Soldiers don't go to hell, It's war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers
We're in a situation, when
Everybody involved knows the stakes
And if you're gonna accept those stakes..
You gotta do certain things
That was word from Tony Sopranny
RB heir to the throne, you know sorta like Bronny
Bitch don't play with my gangsta, f*ck around and get put behind me
Nigga don't speak on my partners, know that they hopping out right beside me
I talk to my pops the other day, I feel like I'm scared of marriage
She look me right in the eye, and ask me why, I felt embarrassed
Hard to explain, to match these words to how I feel
You ain't got ADHD ion know why the f*ck you take them pills
But you got anxiety so when you step with me, I tell you to chill
The day I go on a drill, just follow my lead, stay on my heels
My brother you not alone if you're going through something, just talk to me
I done been through some shit too, if you open up I can relate, prolly
Punching in, punching out in the booth, on my feet, like Ali
Private parties in Buckhead
Y'all probably didn't hear about it
It's not fake, It's real, exclusive to ones I f*ck with
RB real, day one, I ain't never been handed no script
When you talk out of turn, forget you, like it left from CeeLo lip
When you pop your shit, they might swing
Nigga, don't forget to slip
After I f*ck, take care, yeah that's that Drake pimp
If I can do it, you can too, cause back in the day I was simp
Me and my bro, we one of the same, I'm talking cat-dog
We rolling up flame, choppin' game, if I get too high I nod off
I don't recall if it was Pink or Fenty, I told her just take it off
Before we even get that far, the game start between your jaws
Don't go through this phone, I'm telling you now you might have a seizure
Don't tell the truth about your body count, I might just leave you
Don't press me bout smoking no gas, that's my leisure
Don't touch no chain on my neck, before I get you it might freeze you
She even fuss on the holidays, lil' Miss Ebeneezer
If I leave her I don't need her, finna make this bitch a believer
Plenty niggas was lit in grade school, now they losers
They threw the book at him
He ain't take the plea, now he looking stupid
I'm talking to bro on the celly phone, it's hard we talking over static
I'm trying to keep his spirits up, brotherly love he have it
Niggas running around, trying to prove who the biggest savage
I never got caught up in that, all it do is just add to the baggage

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