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(Awww man, Nit Lo
yeaa
ruff town
I told
I got you man)

(Verse): Nit Lo
I love these and going hard over beats
Duffle bag guns moving in a G wa son
Peep how I the game the 40 cal murder you lames
N*ggas change up like the weather, pressure never
in my skin a good mix like juice and gin
I can't I'ma win yall pretend to be killers
We at the round planning your death over dinner
Nit lo is a sipper, mad love n*gga
You talking that cash then I'm all in n*gga
f*ck me, homies grip up with me
I'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the
Right next to Jolie's rest in peace jolie
Wish you did what I did OGs tried to school me
But your holding it down, we up in ruff town
gripping the gun, its nit lo....one!

(chorus 2x):
Since I on that brickstack ishhh
I've been sitting back them brickstack chips
In the they heard of them brickstack hits
And how I be making all of quick fast flips

(Verse 2): Fetti
I'm bout paper man, haters be hating man
So go head and get a I slipped and fell
But I'm so back (word) its a wrap
You want the bloody war heres the beast bloody raw
You see my claws or that forty four
dog jump off, don't get crossed
By that blade, you fish bate
So I you was the worm, one of soldiers confirm
That you was a germ, and infant from rotten sperm
I watched and learned sat and blew trees till my eyes blead
Plus I heard from a little birdie, these f*ckers really wanna test me
Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns be playing around
Now its murder, death kill I ain't playing around I bet I'm you down f*ckers

(chorus 2x)

(Verse 3): Mark
(mark will....I need my blocks back, what I mean, I need my corners)
I made it fore this is a of pain
Oozing thru these thats why my vocals strain
Straight from the soil concrete terrain
Was standing next to rick I him get splattered brains
But it comes to focus its hard to maintain
Dealing with who life have no remorse of shame
Many I neal and ask god to forgive my sins
But its hard when you selling drugs sitting in a 6
Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the of hate
So I keep them both close and let the toast
My where in the slums be unknown
Cause being broke make some of the cats
Become prone
conditions close to (*****)
I thank eric b for giving me he was the first black president
in the door, on the waist the four in the crib with pepsi
Cutting up that white raw, in the mean time in studio time
I was heavy on the block pushing slabs of
All of my real cats the five and the K
Pushing grams of white please stay out the way
And I ain't gotta no names that real know how ya boy
Kept a job and pushed on the low
Never for show and suppress all the goodies
It don't mean you a criminal when you wearing a
I don't a grudge but how he get an assault with a gun charge
Moms an his pops is a judge huh!!
The the cap the bigger the peeling
Treat your dome like a retractable roof, drop ceiling
You don't like me and I like you
Now that we got that out the way, the is mutual
Respect close to real you don't care the slums
Put up a front like you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah
I'm about to the bar homie, cause this time yall done went to far homie
Its gun play the fights cause even the realest cats cry at
that C.O say lights out
I'm not a lifer but I had thoughts on how to get this money
And the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to life G's
We for it by any means we side down to ride G