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You niggas gon' buck a buckin'
D-boy squad buck a Rich Boy

I'm in that phantom, askin' for that poupon
Look at my arm bitch, ya see the charm
Sweet Alabama, Yeah, I love her
I still try to hug her even though she my color

Yeah, I'm fucking wit home boy but ain't nothin' left
See, I got heart to march with Martin Luther King
Got killers right by me and we can have a party
If ya niggas try me, surprise

We got some for ya
Pop the trunk ,get the gift inside show ya
Niggas that coke like a joke
A city's like a murder up in Copeland
Pick ya like a buncha snow flakes
Yeah, I put that weight down, now it's real

Tell me watcha know me boy
That's me, mothafuckin' d-boy
me watcha know 'bout me boy
That's me, I'ma d-boy
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go

If it ain't the me and my nigga don't write it
9 years the day my uncle man got indicted
I thank God for the hard times I suffer
He protect me a Mother, nigga now, I'm tuffer

Can't about you prof, I still see ya
I'm at the graveyard everyday, I can't ya
I feel your soul when I'm writing the pen
Fuck what niggas say you my brother till the end

save a spot for me, tell God I'm coming
Niggas killin' fo' that but they're leavin' here with nothing
If it a motherfucker, I'ma win it
As far as I'm concerned, ain't no in it

Call me the gritty green 'cause I'm lie
Now my [unverified] better thank what she got
[Unverified] get some shit, got a new house
Congratulations 'cause ya son made a million his mouth