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Fuck it, I we gotta kill what we eat, right?
not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside

Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke up
The addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got in my bedroom, nerds on computers
'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, ma', I made it
I so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five kinds
Five different crimes, .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't
'Cause they ain't say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt a vault
Now I got money, that "fuck how you feel" money
"nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money

You gon' be part of my bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back

I my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches me
Tailor-made threads, satin on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my
Diamonds in my ear, chandelier
underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair
Every day a dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your jeweler know me,
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three, so I ain't got a on
My heart ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife,
Don't let me out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga
doomsday, I mean goon day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

You gon' be part of my body bag
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a chance to back

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my
Push my thumb in her ass while I was her kitten
I be in my own zone, still the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
Jetlag jets [?] baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or
My long, bomb Kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' 'cause a on
I'm so far a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a hand of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass with a

You gon' be part of my body bag
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back