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Woo

I'm a go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, tags (Skrrt)
Ridin' through the city, thirty (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my with my dad (Momma, huh)
So I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, think about my (Sky)
I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor you make me mad (Floor)
Yo, I had a nigga livin' too fast
to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), take a of me (Hold)
ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, cold in the (Streets)

on my feet (Feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, eat (Zombies)
Miss my grandma, she was and sweet (Grandma)
I don't speak, let the check for me (Check, woo)
I can't sleep the tech in my reach (Tech)
Hit the dope, make me choke, me wheeze (Choke, woo)
Sip the dope, help the pain at (Hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was (Dirty)
football, hide the fire in my gutter (Ha)
Gettin' locked up, runnin' round in a (Circle)
Brother fifteen like he did a murder (Murder)
Now my whole family (Hurtin')
see the light but we couldn't
pull the (Curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night lurkin' (Night, night),
momma the streetlights 'bout
to workin' (Light, light, light)
Lookin' at my in her eyes (Momma)
Lookin' at me like a new (New person)
She tellin' me I need to down (Slow down)
The pain don't go away with the (Slow down)
was when the rap wasn't working (Wasn't working)
Living in the trap it's a (Trap search)
See my in a hearse (Grandma)
And P gone in the casket
fired nigga blasting (Brrt)
Cops, they arrive start (Woop, woop)
Opps we shots like the Mavericks (Opps)
[?] put the up and we stash it (Stash)
You flop, we doing numbers can't (Hey)
Money [?] when the roof (Skrrt)
Count the bottles 'til my start crampin' (Cramp)
I with the drip I need a napkin (Hey)

I'm a go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, paper (Skrrt)
Ridin' through the city, mags (Brrt, bow)
snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my with my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, think my past (Sky)
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the (Boot, boot, boot)
hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor)
Yo, I had a nigga soul too fast
Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), a hold of me (Hold)
Bitches shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, in the streets (Streets)

I been out by my own brother (Woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go it
Police to kick the door now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back streets thinkin' my brother
that he come home to his loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all out the
Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a
How am I to take it? (How?)
Niggas dying the same time I had a baby (Hoo)
go the operator (Operator)
Let the gang know Pistol ain't make it (He ain't 'gon make it)
Now my going brazy (Brazy)
Got me feeling like I was the
of the hatred (I'm the of it)
Golden revolver with the (Boop)
They done my nigga start a war
the nation (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a situation (Boss)
Military basis when we 'cross the nation (Military)
Double up the cup with (Woo)
Abomination on paper I got acres
Black man you walking and you labeled
Beat the they don't wanna see you greater
Eat you alive a lion or a 'gator
Momma's crying cause the police they babies
They crooked the they done took it (Crooked)
They take us and lock us up and the buckle (Take us)
rapping then I shook it (Shook it)
I hate the fame everybody on looking (Fame)
We done out Brooklyn (Sold out)
Man I miss my cookin' (Grandma)
me like a don 'cause I'm gifted (Like a don)
I'm a run the money up go and get it (Hey)

I'm a maniac go for the cash (Hey, crazy)
Green Lamborghini, tags (Skrrt)
through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police no badge (Woo, woo, woo)
How I grew up, my with my dad (Momma, huh)
So when I up I put her in a pad (Mansion)
I like to throw up when I think about the (Ugh, ugh)
Not playin', when I hit the I smell the gas (Hey, hey)
Lookin' at the sky, think my past (Sky)
When I to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you me mad (Floor)
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too
to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep)
Controllin' me (Me), a hold of me (Hold)
ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed)
So naive, in the streets (Streets)