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Rosedale, E Street, D
whoever don't like
You

I've been in the trap, I've been totin' my
In the kitchen grippin' my
I done put my life on the line,
I've gettin' money, ain't really got time
I put shooters on the line
They even comin' outside
We just want a homicide, we just want a
gotta die today, somebody got die
We just want a homicide, we just a homicide
gotta die today, somebody got die

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When they my nigga Swipe, man, it changed my whole life
Told my nigga Mike Mike is alright
That's when Frank White got it done on sight
50 round drum, nigga, run for life
I'm my mama's last son, so I gotta get it
a loss, I'ma rob, I'ma get it back tonight, no problem
Nigga, hell nah, we don't
If I make a body drop, in the mornin', a flight, that's life
All these bitches fuckin' for a price, that's
Opps through last night, that was slight
Can't forget how my spent the Ben on a bike
You say you a shooter, you you are not the type
been on the low, I've been watchin' for the Feds
I've been writin' letters to my in the Feds
You don't wanna ever my shooter cut his dreads
No you hang, nigga, you too scared
Take him to the bridge, let him hang the ledge
We get your kid, nigga, all you see is red
That's just how it is, you pissin' in the bed
Crack a hitter, nigga, that's what I said
Glock in the Moncler, that's a lot of shots
Rest in peace to T, he got shot
so many killings, how you not scared?
That's when it was real, you was not
I from they call the bitch the red zone
Where we to turn into a dead zone
Trappin' out the go tthe bread long
Two shots to the dome, nigga's head
I'm where we hit 'em with the remix
Turn around and take it on some G
Opposition on police shit
We gon' hit your block on creep shit

I've been in the trap, I've totin' my iron
In the grippin' my nine
I put my life on the line, yeah
been gettin' money, ain't really got time
I put shooters on the opps'
They ain't even comin'
We just want a homicide, we just a homicide
gotta die today, somebody got die
We just want a homicide, we just want a
Somebody gotta die today, got die