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

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

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

You gon' be part of my bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some 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', in my kitchen
Push my in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, clutchin' the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My passport 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 paper long, Kush in the bong
It feels I'm dreamin' 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in now
My bitch no speak no ingles, she off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got 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 of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back