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

Okay, the dope addin' up, the addin' up
The smoke up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on
Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my
I made it, look ma', I it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be
I got lawyers on the line, five kinds
Five different crimes, .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a ain't lyin'
'Cause ain't gon' 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?
changed, a nigga ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a
Now I got real money, that "fuck how you feel"
That "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed"

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
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 chance to fire

I peep my in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I want no wack bitches touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, 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 piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your jeweler know me,
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead nigga like the last one got at me
My level three, so I ain't got a vest on
My heart ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife,
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 be part of my body 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 had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my kitchen
my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, clutchin' the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in
Jetlag from jets [?]
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb Kush in the
It feels I'm dreamin' 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the
Nigga, front, I'll have a hand of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass a head-shot

You gon' be of my body 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 won't get a chance to fire