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CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in.

1 [Playalitical]
Either you get it or your in jail
so our jewels are like our and tell
to when lifes goin well
or the tubes and slow on sales
our are like our purple hearts
the honor for war wounds and
some are sleepin the shoots
some are blinding by the
our are cherrys on the cake
faces for various ranks
real ones wit dude tryin
fake always mary banks
our raps are our tales from the
lions tigers and junkys
the kings of are always humble
is always actin punchy.

CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in.

Verse 2 Droop]
I maintain wit a state of mind
personal vendetta my niggas got
true Mafioso muthafuckas
the neighborhood im taught me all that rucus
my ears to the concrete glisten
homies in the house cookin birds in the
my people they me little dennis the menace
first to shit first one to finish
im comin up outta the cut and ready to a nigga that's slippin
Devon the Don gangsta pimpin
pound for pound im putin it down town to town gangsta simpin
and don't make me call up my
that shoot to the shank to the squad
sick to my gut it comes to the law
we banging on nigga this the mob/ what.
CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1

Verse 3
Im like 2012 to cults
ratchet here don't tighten bolts
you the drill I buy in bulk
see the hide your gulps
life is short so is precious
the clock hes being reckless
take me off sucka checklist
to leave dude pick an exit
what a stupid to make
your gonna see the light over 16
all you had to do was
your at this write your spouses
try not to piss your trousers
I hate doin type of jobs
all little slimy schmucks
try to heist my mob.

CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new in. REPEATx1

Verse 4 [Young
My contained wit so many things
to much it got me over the edge
wicked thoughts in my head
got me walking around town like im half ass
still callin shots still glocks
still pot still runnin game
and they moma know my name
yea they wonder if I still gang
play the as a beast in the streets
wit most the type of that el spook ya
them kritikal that will do ya
don't let that cool guy image ya
I came from the just ask my mother
you verify just ask my brothas
if you believe it then what can I say
the world im on some otha.

CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in.