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Kid!
We don't say it
We don't say R.I.P nigga
We just say Live, all my niggas gone, ya know
that we lost to this shit
Niggas really out
In the
You know, for real, this shit that I'm rappin' 'bout, you know, I'm just
Like, I'm

'Member what it to be like
I was
'Member what it to be like
I was off the
what it used to be like
All I had a
'Member what it used to be
We ain't have a
But I turned it to some shit that all wanna be like
Ain't gon' never get like this you don't wanna be right
I make all the so you live a better life
Somebody told me leave your legacy while still alive
Somebody told me leave your legacy you're still alive
I wonder what it be like if G-Fazo was still
when Kobe died I drank that shit right out the bottle
We went to war for Rock, if he was here, would he have had a body?
We gon' fall out this rap shit, wonder what Slim would've felt about it
Turned all the way up in rap shit, but I wish Cap was right here beside me
Now a of silence
Where we grew up all we was violence
2012, we was strapped, used to play them bitches like violins
We ain't even get to it back safe if we hearin' the sirens
We gon' get put with the opps on the air, wildin'
Matter fact, fuck that, if you smoke we can dial in
Just hit a lick, we pull a [?]
We broke no more, how do you end up on an island?
Trash niggas get rich though
it on my hip with his headphone
He be shooting dice with his full
Ten four with a hand fold
a nigga bitch like a nympho
Been in the streets the Info?
Drako make him like limbo
Leaving him out, no limo
Get money, 100, my M-O
I'ma stay 150, 50 on a chain, 150
You this gang-gang 150
Foe nem tote big as
They don't no lil ass glizzy
Better at put .30 in it
I ain't gon lie, this shit
These lil niggas 'bout they buisness
They in this tryna finish
I got real niggas doing sentences, they in that bitch tryna
I'ma help put on for my and my city while smoking OG in Givenchy
I was like pot store in school, I was seventeen they gave a nigga detention
Went to school, had to dip wit' glick with the 17, niggas be greetin' with tension
And big bro was ready to park by the school till I left, just in he was itchin
Free [?], is snitches
Long live Playboy, niggas
T-Slick, I miss him
Free Lil [?], he
No Limit Gang, finna get the did
And still doin' shit independant, you dig?
And I'm iced out, these big
Them bitches only get bigger, you dig?
A nigga only gon' get richer, you
My fans ain't gotta pay for a picture, you
Just a nigga, you dig?
Y'all I on a mission, kid
Gotta move on, I'll be on my way, miss you kid
I gotta keep gettin' money, if you get in my way I you kissed your kid (Goodbye)