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Yo is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me
He aint the you shoot dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get ass layed out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black gloves and
The Lex 450 pulled up Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly would of him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and real low key
Sounded like he didn't know about drama
For this money many men do trauma
walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was up on the S-Class
Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in
Picture this a young nigga gettin it Rich Porter
came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still his block from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project
His man just got fucking murked by
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his
Over some-thing his watch and his chain
Country off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the 740 I sat, hat turned back
Bow baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on nigga Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin shit I can see it in his eyes
up wise emotions closed
Most buying looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the with a few thourough men from B-More
They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more
it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a grams to living the dream
City pulled up Goddamn you know his
Bentley is all marble in the door and floor
Got the gats out the stash box popped 2
Peace "All Eyez on Me"
Everybody know he a boss he floss
He on the same bullshit sent Gotti up north
That's Dime in the blue ts stunting he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max cat
Kill a nigga quick me of Haitian Jack
I peep his style son I his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz fuck you in Creole
war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron and send shots through ya
Few tried to murk him, most them got fount
Some turnt try to run they in wheelchairs now
Banks out bulletproof this, bulletproof that
snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a hummer he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit he gonna bulletproof that lets go