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(Awww man, Nit Lo
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town music
fetti I
I got you man)

(Verse): Nit Lo
I love these streets and going over beats
Duffle bag guns moving in a G wa son
how I murder the game the 40 cal murder you lames
N*ggas change up like the weather, under pressure
Comfortable in my skin a good mix juice and gin
I can't lose I'ma win yall to be killers
We at the round table planning your death dinner
Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad love
You talking bout that then I'm all in n*gga
B*tches 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 little
Wish you did what I did when OGs to school me
But pops holding it down, we up in ruff town
gripping the gun, its nit lo....one!

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Since I been on that ishhh
I've sitting back stacking them brickstack chips
In the streets they heard of them brickstack
And how I be making all of them fast flips

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

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