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1 [Playalitical]
Either you get it or thrown in jail
so our jewels are our show and tell
to show when lifes goin
or down the tubes and on sales
our whips are like our hearts
the honor for war and marks
some are sleepin from the
some are by the sparks
our are cherrys on the cake
faces vary for various
real ones wit dude tryin
fake ones always mary
our raps are our from the jungle
lions cops and junkys
the kings of course are always
cowards is always punchy.

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

Verse 2 [Young
I maintain wit a military of mind
personal vendetta my niggas got
life Mafioso muthafuckas
the neighborhood im from taught me all rucus
keepin my ears to the glisten
in the house cookin birds in the kitchen
my people they call me little the menace
first to shit first one to finish
im comin up outta the cut and ready to buck a nigga that's
Devon the Don King pimpin
pound for pound im putin it town to town never gangsta simpin
and don't make me up my squad
killers that to the shank to the squad
sick to my gut it comes to the law
we banging on police this the mob/ what.
CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new in. REPEATx1

Verse 3
Im like to mayan cults
this ratchet here tighten bolts
you know the drill I buy in
see the sniper your gulps
life is short so is precious
stop the clock hes reckless
me off your sucka checklist
time to leave dude pick an
a stupid move to make
your see the light over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
lousy at this write your spouses
try hard not to piss trousers
I hate doin type of jobs
all little slimy schmucks
try to heist my mob.

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Verse 4 [Young
My brain contained wit so many
sometimes to much it got me the edge
wicked thoughts in my head
got me walking around town like im half ass
still callin still poppin glocks
still pot still runnin game
everybody and moma know my name
yea they wonder if I still bang
the role as a beast in the streets
wit most the type of that el spook ya
them kritikal individuals that do ya
don't let that cool guy fool ya
I came from the gutter just ask my
you wana just ask my brothas
if you don't it then what can I say
the world im on some otha.

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