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Seyno

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They wasn't around, I was down on my dick
Layin' on the ground, I was runnin' from pigs
Caught me with a gun and they took me a flick
He just 17, tryna protect what's his
My granny had died, but I got me a grip
I gotta stendo I keep on my hip
Playin' with B-Rolls, I'm playin' with chips
Stabbed me in the back, nigga thought he was slick

Remember them sells that we made by the shell
Had a Glock, so we not finna fail
Gotta feed all of my clientele
At the window when I hear the bell
I'm tryna get out, but they want me in jail
Like nigga let's break all the cells
Gatta watch niggas fake and they tell cannot trust a lil' snake
Only care about theyself

Pussy boy better get out my face
for I pull out that K, put it straight to his face
on my mama I aint playin' with you lil' niggas
I'd rather go f*ck with your bae
Never seen him, but talk on the Instagram
Not what he claim, that lil' boy been a fake
Get behind that lil' table then niggas might break
Ran from the 12 with a gun on my waist

Wastin' no time, I went got me them dimes
Niggas hoes so they cannot relate
I'm puttin' my story and soul inside all of the music
A young nigga make
I'm gettin' this bread for them niggas who locked up
And all of the people who cant
Thinkin' bout ways that we could've escaped
Four deep, we was runnin' from Jakes

Rather eat me the food off a tray
For that shit ever say that I ratted on paper
They ain't f*ck with me now, but they'll f*ck with me then
All that hate start to come when you great

Lookin' back to them days when I first held a strap
I was bein' so bad with my neighbor
Now it's free, my lil' homie put it in graffiti
Got it written all through the acres

I got murder that been on my mind, niggas don't wanna try
Send you to your maker
Hit the bush, don't look by the book
You gotta run out before you niggas get took

You not the lil' niggas who shakin' his hood
They ain't doin' nothin' like homie was good
Poppin' out deep and we smokin' these woods
demons on me everywhere that I stood

Take it all back if they said that I could
He got a Glock but we still finna jug
Hop in his team, ain't no fuckin' with us
getting this money This shit is a must

Stay with my niggas
That's all that I trust, I was down on the floor
They got me out the dust, split it in half
Every time that I eat, what the f*ck I look like
Only givin' the crust

Breaking this bread with my dog
Cause it's been a lil' minute since we had a hunt
Gatta a nigga, we hittin' the lick on
But don't give a f*ck if he tuck

That hammer gon' bump out his face
For we pull out the flame, leave him up in the blunt
I been too real for these f*ck-ass lil' niggas
But nobody help me with that

Ay man yall know what the f*ck going on,
Young motion here man,
We in the studio with that nigga seyno bruh you already know

Big seyno,
Big seyno,
Big seyno,
Big seyno,

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