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Yeah, I shot a video in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up bumping that D-Block
Styles P, you know I get
That motherfucking Jada,

Damn, life the odds
got a plug, lost the feds, he got robbed
Damn, since I been running the mob
Ain't none but drive by's, homicides and up niggas cars
What's the point of being a nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved locked behind
I was hustling in the day, pulling moves in the
you ain't got a clue 'bout me, I swear to God
They say I'm real and they say I'm
Get money out the hood I'm most comfortable
with me and I'mma go bucks
Shot a in the middle of Yonkers
niggas, what's up?

Know my from Memphis
I used to go out there every as a kid, know what I mean?
Ride listening to the O'Jays and shit

Only thing I Pools to do is the beat again
I came back Adrien Peterson
They wanted to smoke dust so I them leaders in
See you at the that's if we ever meet again
School never lets out, a lot of shit you never
Sitting on the these niggas telling though
Fell I can't be around y'all haters
for my downfall', downfall prayers
Then you wonder why I be around ball
Cause these doing the Feds small favors
Yeah, I in the trenches
I where the strength is, salute North Memphis

They hollering D-Block on blocks
10 pounds of mid green in my weed
I had a brick in a half in the
Got on a seat belt watching for clocks
You see a road block you know you detour
35 in the drought for a
I'm getting money on the shout to B-more
Get these haters out my so I can see more
Clearly, it's clearly nigga's not the one say they is
clearly that they not 'bout that life they say they live
I ain't a trap nigga I speak real life
I just beat a case I was facing 10 to
I'm a if I die tonight
Five off this rap shit one off the
Me and Kiss did some epic
And to you fuck niggas some disrespectful shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, hollering CMG, when they see them G's
they see them pounds and they see them keys
And they see this ice and they see V's
But the shooters on S-I-T-E
I use to dream on having one key of white
Now I have a whole trailer you can see tonight
If he try some funny I got two Glocks
My man's 'bout to come home I got a box for him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played 2Pac for him
Then I gave him work and got a new block for him
they hate when you get it so say that you frontin'
Fuck niggas, die slow, i owe nobody nothing
Few things that I love that's my weapons and
On a shift tears sweating to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and some hood
Amigos just hit me he got some good shit
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too real