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Now back to back, bitch Now watch your back, bitch
I ain't got no picks and chooses when it come to the beef
I'ma get mine when I'm dead, when it come to the sleep
I ain't write that nigga back, he still coppin' a plea

I told my youngin' when you see him, knock him off his feet
Yeah, clenchin' on the kill tech, real shit
All I gotta do is wink to get a nigga flex
I'm from that 32, I got some niggas from the jets

Sixty in the chopper, guess I did that for the set
Niggas playin' pussy, watch I get that pussy wet
Get your bitch lit on me, yeah, she on a nigga deck
Five spot, that's my brother, so don't f*ck with that

Headshots for the opps like they play roulette
Niggas dyin' in this game, I ain't goin' next
I see my dawg to get your hat, bitch, we playin' fetch
FaceTime, bout that murder, don't never text

Trape, I sell him six shots, no evidence
I see dead people, nigga, presidents
Pockets look like linebackers, heavy scent
My lil' hoe got your drop, residence

My lil' hoe's shit, angel, heavy scent
I heard y'all niggas out your rent, so I can't kick the shit
I really grew up in the slums, I can't press reset
I ain't make my nigga leave, my regrets

My lil' brother paralyzed, still with the shits
I been stuck on one side, I can't play the fence
I fell in love with the streets and I been thuggin' since
Get rich or die tryin', fifty cents

Only he had nine shots, fifty-five spent
This lies in the image, too many niggas spinnin
Slumlord in the trenches, he the one that clear the billiards
Who the f*ck can I call? Nobody, I go spinnin

Y'all boy up in my dog, but do it all
Have you ever seen a nigga get smashed on sight
Make that call, then you live with it, nigga
Ain't no freezin' up, we let them glizzies bust

Them hard times, we hit lick, so we ain't give a f*ck
I'm in the field with it, bitch, I'm still with it
These niggas know I ain't a hoe, they gon' have to deal with me
I'm on the side, boy, you die chasin', meal chasin

I got niggas in the sky, cause it's real, bitch
They see your deal, make you flash and go and kill 50
Go out the door with my pole, cause these niggas heavy
They put dirt up on my name, tryna see a nigga slain

But I'll never change, I guess they want my brain
For some shit that I did
I ain't make my nigga leave, my regrets
My lil' brother paralyzed, still with the shits

I been stuck on one side, I can't play the fence
I fell in love with the streets and I been thuggin' since
Get rich or die tryin', 50 cents
On that hen nine shots, 50 cents

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