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Rosedale, E Street, D
Fuck whoever like
You

I've been in the trap, I've totin' my iron
In the kitchen grippin' my
I done put my on the line, yeah
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 a homicide
Somebody gotta die today, got die
We just want a homicide, we just a homicide
gotta die today, somebody got die

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

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